I'll tell ya now, I'm not much of a talker. I tend to keep some things to myself. But you've been something constant that has kept me happy. You've never failed to be there for me and just make me feel better, whether or not you knew it at the time. I always knew that whatever I got myself into, I could talk to you, and everything would be alright. Any time I've comforted you, I felt it back ten thousand times, and I'm going to miss that for a good 6 months. Even with the sparce email now and then, it ain't gonna be fun. But 6 months is a small price to pay, considering all the love and adoration we've given eachother through absolutely nothing but text and the occasional picture/phone call/fashion show will be able to manifest itself in the biggest damn hug you'll ever recieve.
170 days 'till I can come home from whatever the hell I signed up for ('cause I still don't know what the fuck's going on), step off the plane with 1000 bucks, and buy a ticket for the next flight to Toronto, knowing the next familiar face I'll see is yours. That's what's gonna get me through this. that's something.

I love you, and I'm going to miss you <3