Riga II

There is no feeling to describe the separation of someone you love with your life after two weeks of continuously holding hands. To walk a dark and quiet mile-long trek back to the hotel you shared with your soulmate though a city dead and silenced by the night, for the first time by yourself. The sudden realization that you're on the opposite side of the globe from home suddenly kicks in. I've never felt so ruined.

Thank you for the best two weeks of my life. Thank you for introducing me to F.R. David's song "Music." I played it through my headphones on the plane home so I could sleep better. Thank you for all you do for me and being who you are. I love you forever. May we be together soon.