He didn't phone last night. He showed up here at Carleton at about 10am and we hung out (and I bought him lunch) and just talked until he just left now (1pm). I think I will go be sick now. %#@&#!. This hurts. A lot. I can't cry. Not here. Need to be good and contain it until I can deal with it tomorrow or the next day. Why why why me. It wasn't much talking, we've said all that needs to be said... but dammit, I should have thought up something more to say than "I miss you".