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Someone that I love very much has left and will not be back for a few months. It's already killing me.

I didn't want to watch the bus drive away with him on it at the bus stop, so once they called him, we kissed hugged, said what we needed to say, and I walked back outside. I should have driven away, but I sat in my car at the edge of the road and cried. I looked up, and noticed that the busses were exiting right in front of me, that no matter how much I though I had run from the situation, I WAS going to have to watch his bus leave. Bus number 2020, in the middle row on my side, hood up... he dissapeared. I cried like it was my job, a few amputees, homeless people, and mothers with children passed by... glancing over only long enough to realize that they shouldn't stare at a heart breaking.
When we kissed at the bus stop, I could feel eyes on the back of my head.. Everyone behind me knew that we didn't want to leave eachother, they all knew waited for me to turn to their direction... I did, an my eyes immediatly began to well up... eveyone behind me glanced up at least once, to see the girl with the broken heart walk away from the only thing she has ever really believed in. One or two months... I can make it, right?