Dammit, I’m supposed to be driving right now. To you. And I’m not.
Right now, it’s making everything else in my life insignificant. I’m going to feel like crying every second of this day, from my friend’s birthday lunch in half an hour to Iron Man 2 later tonight. Is it so pathetic that I can’t enjoy these things because I’m so crushed over not being able to see you? It is. I miss you so much. I really need this week to be over.
