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I'm not thinking about how I have to leave tomorrow evening.

I'm not thinking about how great this is, and how I can't even stand the thought of my life back in Florida because this is so good. I'm not thinking about the next long stretch without touch, without kisses, without waking up and having somebody snoring next to you, without having someone to call you when you say something stupid, without having someone to make you laugh, without the one person who makes me believe things about myself that everyone else convinced me weren't true (you know, the "you're beautiful, you're smart, you're funny, I'm lucky to have you" type things).

I'm not thinking about how empty it will feel to walk by myself and have no one's hand there when I reach out.

I'm not thinking about all the work and school ahead of me.

I'm thinking that I still have almost twenty-two hours left. I'm thinking that for all that it hurts to leave and be away, it was worth it.

We can only decide what to do with the time that is given us, I suppose.