it's been less than two weeks since daniel left for shanghai, and for the most part i’ve been too busy with all the moving and home-hunting to think of anything, but during the odd moment i do allow my mind to wander, i might think of... the night we danced our worries away at cameo nightclub in south beach miami, our november escape from vancouver rain… the time i got angry with him for not understanding that sometimes i’m not looking for advice, just someone to hear me complain... the many walks we had along english bay, watching the sunset together, and enjoying mondo gelato afterwards... the day we took the bumpy cable car ride on a foggy day in san francisco... the moment he, to my surprise, introduced me to his friends as his boyfriend, less than two days after we had first met... the time he held my hand in the streets of manhattan chinatown, not caring who watched or taunted us... the first time i saw him cry. before that i'd only known of him as calm, confident, and optimistic. it was a vulnerable side i had never seen before… how i occasionally, if selfishly, believed how wonderful life would be if there were only the two of us, but knowing that no matter what i say or do, family is always number one… and i miss him so… | 
