As they say

All good things must come to an end. He came and left, and it seemed as though we only had an hour together even though it was almost a week. Spring break was so eventful, but it was over all too soon. I need another week, at least. I need him back, back in my arms, back in my bed.

I said goodbye and didn't even attempt the futile endeavor of holding back the tears. I had the most wonderful week of my life, and all I can think about is how much I'll miss him. He's already gone, and I feel like it's only been minutes since I was yelling at him to buy a plane ticket.

I walked back to my room, only to hear Elliott Smith still emanating from my computer. The tears haunted me again, bringing me nothing except loneliness. How can I write about my marvelous spring break when I'm so depressed about its demise? Maybe I'll be in a better writing mood later. I promise it was an A-MAZING week.