Maccaroni and cheese. Or something...

I'm cooking dinner for Birger tonight. I think I haven't done that since we broke up 6 or 7years ago. Our friendship turned into an odd piece of hard work recently. He'll be gone in a few weeks. I want to make this work, I want to spend time with him. It's just so darn hard I cannot even really tell why. It's weird. And sad too! We used to have such a jaunty relationship. Maybe it is because we won't have much of one at all soon. I still can't believe he's really leaving my life all that complete.