The beginning comes to a close

I have to begin by stating that nobody likes goodbyes. Goodbyes are tragic and sad. Most of the time there is no certainty that you will see the other person again. This time, however, I knew I would see him again in 2 and a half months. I just had to survive two and a half little tiny months.
I left off yesterday with my Scottish guy and I finally saying those three little words. Afterwards, we walked back to my dorm, holding hands in a solomn silence. This was it, in less than 24 hours, we would have to say goodbye, and neither of us was prepared for that. We got back to the dorm, he sat down and pulled me into his lap. We sat there until the wee hours of the morning, just simply being together and not wanting to part. I started to cry and laid my head on his shoulder so he couldn't see my tears. From nowhere, I heard him say "promise me you won't cry at the airport." I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face to find that he had the same tears streaming down his. "I never make I promise I don't intend to keep," I whispered. He kissed me and held me close until it was almost time for the sun to rise. I still had not packed a thing, and the time came when he told me I had to go inside. At that moment, all I wanted to do was grab my stuff and run off together, but at least one of us knew that was probably a bad idea and it wasn't me. We are now 5 hours from leaving for the airport, and I know everyone is on the edge of their seat, so for now I will leave you, and tomorrow we will take the journey home.