Yesterday, we hung out. We were calm and acted as if it were no big deal. We watched some Netflix and ate and romanced like an average day. Two days ago, we did the same but I got to spend the night. Yesterday's morning, it was wonderful to wake up beside him.
The whole day did have a horrible tension to it. Moira, his mom, would sometimes start tearing up and I had the urge to spew a few tears myself. But I stayed strong; for Mason.
As the time got closer, things got more depressing. While Mason packed up the things for me to take, and as he dressed up, me and Moira decided to do a flare. Sadly, yet hilariously, we had NO IDEA how to set off a flare. Dumbfounded, we pointed the opening down at our feet (not knowing it was the opening) while we pointed the string up in the air. We thought THAT was how you do it!
WRONG!
I yanked that string and PLOOM! Smoke everywhere and I was screaming endlessly while a flare bounced around our feet before going under the house. We then started laughing and saying, "We were gonna die!" or "That's not how you set off a flare!" As Moira got the hose and killed the flare, I went inside and coughed the smoke out of my lungs. It was nice to have a small chuckle to release some pressure. Yet it just came right back...
Soon, the time came. Mason hugged his bawling mother while he wailed and cried himself. I shed a few tears but still stayed strong. We got into the car and as I drove Mason to the building, I held his wet hand securely while still trying not to cry.
But once it came to the time that we were there and it was time to say goodbye, that's when the bawling happened. We jumped out of my car and embraced one another while crying and saying how much we'll miss each other and how much we love each other and how proud we are in one another; it was utterly heart wrenching.
The worst part was when we had to stop kissing and hugging and he took off the little key necklace I gave to him and he handed it back to me after kissing it. I got back in the car, we hugged and kissed again, and as I backed away to leave, I watched him say goodbye to me on the curb. I kissed to him and made a heart with my fingers to him as much as possible before I had to get on the road.
It... was... agonizing.
I didn't want to leave him there.
I wanted to take him home with me.
He's my baby! I didn't want to let him go! That's insane!
Yet I guess it is his turn to spread his wings and fly. And that makes me the happiest and the proudest girlfriend on this planet. He's doing his dream like I'm doing mine! And that's wonderful! It's beautiful!
Today, Chris, Mason's dad, called me. I texted him last night after unpacking all the things Mason let me hold on to and he told me he'd call me today. And he did! Which was lovely. We always have wonderful chats! And in all honesty, I highly doubt you could ever get us to shut-up. We love to chitty-chat.
Before the phone call, I hung out alone in my house playing on my computer and watching movies. My folks and my grandma's went to a fair today. I didn't want to go because I didn't feel up to it. It's my dad's and grandma's birthday today so... HAPPY BELOVED BIRTHDAY!!!! You old farts... ;)
However, I was pretty depressed the whole day... I felt alone... I snuggled and wore Mason's blue sweater (that I don't clean because it has his scent on it) and cried out a few more tears. I really, really hope I don't burst out crying during my first classes tomorrow in college... That would be pretty embarrassing...
Anyway, that's about it. We'll see what goes on tomorrow after my first day at college. Tootles!
That was a very sad day I made it all the way home before crying a lots :/
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