My heart is gone, for one week

It's like when you find out you have cancer.
The worst news you could possible imagine.

I got that news when my best friend, lover, and roomate, Vincent DiBenedetto told me that he was going on a cruise for ONE WHOLE WEEK. At first, it seemed like a cruel joke. But when he started packing up his things to take with him, I knew he would be taking my heart as well.

He leaves. Seven days, twenty-three hours and fifty-two minutes until he comes back.

I might not make it.