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Sunday, January 02, 2005

New Year's Eve was in Rockwall this year. One Hundred seventy-five acres of nothing but trees and horses, champagne, beer, a bon fire, thirty people I've never seen before and two who never left my side. All in all it was a great night, and I'm still recovering, but I'm sure my life has changed. I start school in 16 days, and I'm not prepared for it. In fact, I'm scared shitless...
Chris should be home by tomorrow night, and I can't wait to see him. It feels like he's been gone so much longer than two weeks, and every now and then I get scared that things will fall apart when he gets home. Suddenly we find something different in each other, and we're no longer compatible. Or maybe everything's the same, but it's old, stale. Then I remember that two weeks is hardly enough time to fall out of love with someone, and that, for now, I'm safe believing he still cares.


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