AWWWW :(

"It's driving down the familiar street alone around sundown and the sunlight streaming in through the car windows. That's when I miss him the most. When I think about the beaches and the music and his house. I don't know if it will ever be the same. If he'll drive by and pick me up in front of my gate ever again.

Yesterday, I talked to him four times on the phone. One, while he was in line to check into his dorm. Two, once he got settled into his dorm. Three, while he was walking down Frat Row with some new friends. And four, late at night, just a recap. Still, I think the best part was when he said, "Bye. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Future."

Who hates that feeling.