Feb. 11th, 2003

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Really, I was doing ok until I left (name deleted) on the bus, opened the front door, picked up the mail from the last week and put down my suitcase.
Then the tears hit me.
I had just returned from spending the weekend in Portland, OR with a very dear friend of mine, who I have known nigh on 4 years but never met in person; spoken to on the phone many times...
And I got to meet him in person this weekend. What was a friendship got a whole lot closer. We spent a lot of quality time together, talking, walking, exploring, touring and getting to know each other a hell of a lot better.
I left Portland at about ten to three yesterday; I wanted to stay. Especially as I waved to him for the last time as (name deleted) and I disappeared to the gate.
I knew it wouldn't be easy that morning when we were in the hotel room, and my eyes started to prickle then.
It's not a case of goodbye; more au revoir...

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