- It was weird for me to realize I still want you.

- It's odd. I miss your voice, but I don't know if I am ready to talk to you on the phone yet. Not after Saturday night. I still don't know what to make of that, and until I do I almost don't trust myself to talk to you. But I love you, and I miss you quite terribly. Only eighteen and a half days to go.

- To both of you:

I know it worries you when I don't tell you things. But I don't know how to tell you I think I'm losing my shit. To person number one: I want you to think I can handle myself when you're gone. To person number two: I just don't want you to see me like this. It's not your job to pick up the pieces.