I have just had what was quite possibly the most disappointing morning of my entire life.

I got up at 7:30AM, got in the shower, washed my hair, cleared my upper lip, chin, stomach, ass, legs, and feet of all visible hair, lotioned up, put on a little makeup, put on my favorite shirt, grabbed my bag with my camera, and walked the ten minutes to Trinity College. I waited at the AirCoach bus stop for about 45 minutes, no Josh yet. So I went in the Spar across the street and spent 2.70 Euro on two donuts so I could sit in the window and be warm while I waited for the bus holding Josh to arrive.

I text Josh, tell him to text me when he gets on the bus, so I know when to expect him for sure.

“Ok”

“Are you doing ok?”

“Yes im in chicago”

You see what’s happening.

“I thought you were going to be in Dublin at 830???”

“Tomorrow my flight was delayed 3 hours and they moved it tonight at 7:20″

“:’(”

“I love you! I will be there soon”

“Tomorrow morning is not soon enough”

“it will have to do”

“I love you. Be safe.”

And thus began the longest ten-minute walk back to my apartment as I fought the urge to cry and hit random pedestrians with my backpack as they walked past me. I am going to do nothing all day today just to spite the world. I mean, the world has just robbed me of a precious 24 hours with my favorite person in it. Dammit.

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