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"but they're not my girl"

Just brought her to the airport; she’s on a red-eye back to Vermont for Christmas with her family. (I’m here another few days until I fly to New York.)

Parting was hard, even though I’ll see her again on New Year’s Eve when we both fly back. I had tears in my eyes as she walked away from me to go check in.

I texted her from the train back to the city.

Me:  ”Miss you already and love you so much”

Her: “I miss you too i love you too. It was so hard to walk away from you. I was sad”

Me: “But you’re walking TOWARDS your family :) it was hard to see you walk away too though…”

Her: “Yeah yr right but they’re not my girl”

I love her so goddamn much.

Tomorrow brings some house-cleaning and preliminary packing of my own, a trip to Chinatown to get tea for my brother’s Christmas present, and maybe even some baking (no more sweets though, but maybe some Parker rolls?).

Happy weekend y’all.

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