I met a girl from China about a month ago. We started off just as conversation partners. We hung out a lot, we would meet at the library to study together, I'd take her places, we'd hang out till really late. Recently, I finally bit the bullet and kissed her, and things moved from there. She had grown pretty close to my family, and they would share long conversations about Chinese and Canadian culture. It was a pleasure having her around. Only 1 month of knowing this girl, and not even 2 weeks of being intimate, and here I am crying like a newborn baby. Well, not really like a newborn, but you know that feeling in your throat you get when you're on the verge of crying and your eyes are watering? That's how I am right now. She left for Beijing this afternoon at 2:30 from Toronto. Before I said goodbye to her last night, she gave me some cologne, her Garfield stuffed animal, and her cell phone to use during the summer, since it would cost 10x more to use a Canadian cell phone in China. I had written her a letter saying how much I'm going to miss her, etc. We had only been somewhat serious for maybe 2-3 weeks. I laid with her while she slept till 7:30 this morning. She wouldn't let my arm go, even in her sleep. She cried, but I didn't feel the need to at the time. Now, she's 33,000 feet above Western Canada, heading towards Beijing at 900km/h. She will be back Monday, September 3rd. What is it about me that gets me so attached to a girl like this?