Cutting Loose

The rain was falling down, cold all around us, soaking through our hair and into our skin. I stood there, hefting my bag, crying a little.
There are so many loose ends left in Chicago, so many people I've met, so many faces. Last night, the party erupted, a loud mass of people clamoring in a crowded room. I met his eyes throughout the night, smiling. "I missed you. Things just aren't the same without you." Repeated. It was comforting.
I'm in the middle of attempting to extricate myself from the mess of a relationship with Danny; things aren't going so well. He won't let me go, and I'm too weak to know how to just cut the final strings. I am going to attempt to change my plane reservations so that I can come back to Chicago to find an apartment or something. We're so good together, but he's starting to be upset that I try to have other friends and another part of my life.
We'll see.

Hunter and Ian are throwing a party in my honor tomorrow night in CHICAGO! I can't even wait.
Also, my life is a mess.