And then there was one...

I came home to an empty apartment, which I hope means El Hombre caught a flight back home because I know he can't just play hooky and stay in Tokyo and play with me forever. But even more than I was expecting, I feel his absence very deeply and I'm wallowing in self-pity and tears at this very sudden, very real feeling of loneliness. Ah well, sometimes a good cry just makes me feel better.