Today was supposed to be the worst day of my life, because Huxley was leaving me to go home to England tonight. We got to the airport and apparently, my lips and the skin around my eyes were grey, because I was so close to fainting. I was trying hard not to throw up as we approach the check-in desk. We get to check in, and apparently, he missed the international plane check-in by 20 minutes. So he's here until Wednesday. We have a whole day tomorrow after my class to have one last adventure.

I've never been so happy and relieved in my life. I will live these 41 hours together to the fullest and happiest I possibly can. I dunno if it's luck or, what's more likely to me, the power of the subconscious mind a la Freud (basically, nothing happens by accident and that if you really don't want something to happen, your mind can make you ill or change actions to make your wish come true), but this is a blessing. I collapsed into him and just clung after it really hit me what happened.

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