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I’ve never felt so off the norm in my life. I don’t know what it is.
It’s been seven months since I’ve moved to Chicago. I’ve been fine with the distance . . . maybe it’s the holidays, but the holidays never affected me before.
I find myself crying a lot. This isn’t something I normally do. I miss Jorenko, I miss my family, I miss my cat … I’ve never really cried about it until now.
I call Jorenko just to hear his voice. I don’t care what he talks about, just as long as he talks.
Love is the most amazing thing. It’s making me cry even though I’m still in it.