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At 8:20 this morning, my ex headed off to the United States for three weeks. He’ll be back on March 6th. Since I didn't give him my new number, he made sure to mention—just so I wouldn't forget—that I should call him to wish him a safe trip. His brother, who lives in Switzerland, flew into New York City last night, and they left for the United States together this morning. If things had gone differently, I’d be right there with them. After two whole years, he never even introduced me to his brother—the guy who flies into New York City all the time and whom my ex is incredibly close with. I don't know why I'm even posting this. I just feel... deflated today. Like a popped balloon. I was driving to work in this torrential downpour, looking up at a sky so gray and foggy that I couldn't help but imagine him somewhere up there, drifting through the clouds toward the sun. Please, just don't tell me he doesn't care about me—I'm already well aware of that. I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say here. It's just that he's off to somewhere I've never been—somewhere with endless blue water, silver and yellow fish, constant sunshine, palm trees, and sand, where everything smells like melon and papaya. I've never been that far away, though sometimes I dream about going...