I'm leaving today.
Don't know when I'll be back. Don't know when I'll have internet access again.
Kissed David and lay side by side with him for the last time.
I packed half my clothes.
A suitcase and a backpack, those are all my posessions.
Last night, a handful of peple came by, shed some tears, ate some indian food, hugged me and left.
Yesterday, I had lunch with Marc, who squeezed my hand like he meant it.
Today, there will be no more tears. Not in public, anyway.
This is so much harder than last time.