Zi lost his job today.
We're both terrified that he'll need to move now in order to find a job.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
We cried together this afternoon.
He said that he loved me and he always had -- since the first day he met me. That he'd been dreading this day, but that he'd just hoped it would have been much later.
That sounded an awful lot like a good-bye. :(
More later.
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