Angelo paid me a visit for about 13 hours on Friday night + Saturday morning.  He would have stayed longer, but he had to work at 1 on Saturday.  It was nice to see him, so wonderful to sleep beside him.  But now it just feels like a distant memory; it almost feels as if it never happened at all.  He's not doing very well.  I'm worried.  But there's not much I'm able to do from so far away (and without a working car), so I will do what I can.  It may not feel like much, but isn't even the smallest thing important?  I believe it is.  So I will try my very best to help the one I love.

I long for the day when I can say "I need a day away from him."

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