May the heart grow fonder

We hung out today for like, seven hours. I had a blast and i think we will survive whatever hits us. But then it came to saying goodbye... It rips me up inside every single time i have to do it. I hate it with everything that's in me. Sure, maybe space is good and if we saw each other every minute of every day we would eventually get sick of each other. But i doubt it... I suppose that absence make the heart grow fonder though... Ugh, i don't know what's the matter with me... I just miss him all the time he's not here. But onto other equally important matters: My assignments are due on Monday, so i have to get to work on them... I think i might be dropping one of my courses, because although it's good (sort of) I'm not being challenged enough. There's nothing else i really want to report.