30 January 2008

the world will never ever be the same.... and you're to blame.



It's been almost two weeks (in about seven more hours) since I said goodbye to dear Zachary, and I can't help but miss him terribly. He called me today from Iraq for the first time since he's been gone. . . the sound of his voice was so welcoming after a really long day at school and a painfully slow and slippery drive home from my night class. I miss him and can't wait for June. Until then. . .

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