So now I'm back here. And Eric is gone.
I think walking away from the Midway terminal and not watching him leave was one of the hardest things to do. I felt like I was going to break into a thousand pieces; the light suddenly seemed harsh and surreal and all I could feel was the emptiness around me. It's crazy, but when he's around it's like I relearn my own self, understand why I'm the way I am, and see who I might be.
I realized too, that it's not so much Northwestern University itself I wanted to share with Eric, but I wanted to share all the lovely, good things in my life here.
Ok, I know. Sappy. But I have to go now, so you've been spared anything more ;o)