Okay, here we go again.
It's the Saturday before the week that I go to see Ron. Is that pathetic? I don't know. I feel so much like my life between seeing him is on half-volume. I'm all dizzy and flat without him. Every now and then I'll feel like I need to cry and I almost will, but I won't.
We thought for a few minutes that his father was rejecting his transplanted heart.
He wasn't, and when we found that out, I cried tears of joy for the first time.

But I have enough homework to last me all day. It doesn't make me stop missing him, and it doesn't make me any less lonely, but it makes the time go by a little faster.
xo

RETREAT - ATTACK