What a great weekend I had in Houghton. I got to see my best friend. I got to be in the place I love the most on this planet. It was amazing.
We had dinner at the Ambassador, we saw stage review, we walked around and looked at the snow sculptures, we went to a party at the "White Trash Palace", we stayed up til 4 AM, we saw Colin Mockery and ___ Bradshaw's improv show, we went snowshoeing, we made fabulous food, we got all dressed up and went to a formal dance, I put my phone number in the tip jar for a cute bartender, we got stranded because of blowing snow, we went to the Ambassador again for dinner, we did homework, we watched Cars, and we made a six hour trek from Houghton to the Bridge. It was an amazing weekend.
I just wish all of that amazing weekend could overshadow the heartache I have.
I am so broken.
The man I was planning on spending the rest of my life with won't grow up. And I can't wait around for him, because I feel it would be in vain. This is the second time that things have ended, and this time the pain is ten fold. The first time there was still a glimmer of hope. This time, there isn't. This is it. For good. No more chances.
It's killing me.
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