L'appel du Vide

Ugh. I miss Guille and I need to not be that girl but I have always been and probably will always kind of be that girl. It’s funny. I’m cognizant of the fact that it’s ridiculous to expect to even talk to him for more than a few more days probably, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’ll meet someone in my absence, because he’s smart and funny and gorgeous and that’s just how life is, particularly mine, and really I know that if I had met an American at UMass with the exact same personality and everything, I probably wouldn’t have even liked him, but despite all that I’m sitting here thinking about him and wishing he were here. It’s stupid and bizarre and I barely even know him, but I just want him around. I know it’s a long shot, but I just really hope I see him again someday.