What did you think and fell when you/he/she left?
I'm not even sure I could put it into words. Everything that morning was completely surreal. I was running around doing a last minute scout of the house, putting away things that I'd needed that morning (toothpaste, toothbrush, etc.), and he was scrambling around behind me trying to coerce me into kisses and hugs. I knew if I did that, I'd fall apart. Once we got into the taxi, I don't think either of us said a word, and we said even less at the actual airport. :P It honestly felt like an entire part of me was being ripped away from me, like I had this perfect, most precious thing and this series of moments that I always knew had to come to an end but it's like I didn't expect that it actually would until it was happening. I think going through the security line to the point I could no longer see him even if I turned around was perhaps the worst feeling in the matters of the heart that I have ever experienced, because that was when all the surrealism of the morning came crashing down into the bitter reality that I was going home without him.
How was the last kiss?
Bitter and salty, yet reserved. :P We're both very modest when it comes to PDA so they were mostly gentle pecks. We had one prolonged kiss but I'd say we spent more time crushing the life out of each other and staring into each other's tearful gazes than kissing.
Did you cry...?
We both sobbed the night before, and both of us barely managed to hold it together at the airport. He lost it as soon as he got home, said he crawled into bed, turned on some music, and cried, and I had to hold it together until I was home and in my own bed. I tried to find solitude in the airport but it seemed crowds of people followed me wherever.
Can you remember their last words?
Well, other than "bye" and "I love you," it would probably have to be the fact I was poking fun at him for bringing tissues to the airport/being so prepared and he made a comment about how he thought we might need them. :P
I'm not even sure I could put it into words. Everything that morning was completely surreal. I was running around doing a last minute scout of the house, putting away things that I'd needed that morning (toothpaste, toothbrush, etc.), and he was scrambling around behind me trying to coerce me into kisses and hugs. I knew if I did that, I'd fall apart. Once we got into the taxi, I don't think either of us said a word, and we said even less at the actual airport. :P It honestly felt like an entire part of me was being ripped away from me, like I had this perfect, most precious thing and this series of moments that I always knew had to come to an end but it's like I didn't expect that it actually would until it was happening. I think going through the security line to the point I could no longer see him even if I turned around was perhaps the worst feeling in the matters of the heart that I have ever experienced, because that was when all the surrealism of the morning came crashing down into the bitter reality that I was going home without him.
How was the last kiss?
Bitter and salty, yet reserved. :P We're both very modest when it comes to PDA so they were mostly gentle pecks. We had one prolonged kiss but I'd say we spent more time crushing the life out of each other and staring into each other's tearful gazes than kissing.
Did you cry...?
We both sobbed the night before, and both of us barely managed to hold it together at the airport. He lost it as soon as he got home, said he crawled into bed, turned on some music, and cried, and I had to hold it together until I was home and in my own bed. I tried to find solitude in the airport but it seemed crowds of people followed me wherever.
Can you remember their last words?
Well, other than "bye" and "I love you," it would probably have to be the fact I was poking fun at him for bringing tissues to the airport/being so prepared and he made a comment about how he thought we might need them. :P
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