Last night, we had The Conversation. You know, the conversation about what happens when I leave? Yep, we have been avoiding that conversation for a while. Or at least when we did talk, i either tried to brush it away or he would talk about how we can continue this relationship while apart, like meeting in London in 4 months or something. But last night, he said…once I leave, he knew that it would be the end. What could I say to that? if I had thought that this last month would be uncomfortable, it seems as if my last month has just taken a turn for the miserable.