i cannot stop crying. im huddled up on my bed, swathed in R's teeshirt and his too-big socks, with tears pouring down my cheeks. i can't believe he's going - that tomorrow he'll be gone! my heart has litterally broken into two; claire taking half to Leeds and R taking the other to Bournemouth. the transition from seeing someone every single day to a once every few weeks is unthinkably difficult.