sooo just dropped Americano off at the station. pretty heartbroken tbh. no idea when i’ll see him again. unless i randomly get loads of money and fly to San Francisco or if he comes back sometime soon. which he wont. need to pack for Amsterdam but feeling a bit shitty so that’s not going too well. we’ve had a lovely few days, lots of memories of last year doing Trek America, drinking lots, him meeting my mates, cuddles while watching tv, walking down the longest pier in the world, beer fest, him being chased by a drunk shouting “It’s Borat!!!!”… muh. gonna miss him, just like I did the first time we separated a year ago. distance is shit.