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Last night was one of the hardest nights of my life.

Let me start off with explaining why.

In mid-August, two brothers, Justin (a.k.a. Kentucky) and Jake (a.k.a. Big Jake) moved here from - you guessed it - Kentucky. Justin - whom we dubbed Kentucky because there was already another Justin in the drumline - was in my section. He was awkward, and not the most attractive kid you've ever met in your life. Greasy hair, rhumatoid arthritus, acne, overweight, hunched over.... But he was a nice guy. Made fun of us Texans a lot because we wear leather jackets in 40 degree weather when he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He made us laugh a lot, and often made fun of my short-ness. His Brother Jake - Big Jake as he was the third Jake in the band - was a tuba. REALLY big guy, but he was a softy. Sweetest guy I'd ever met. He was nothing but polite to me from the moent I met him.

They came to the surprise birthday party Scott held for me on Sunday. I found out a few weeks ago they were moving back to kentucky. It hadn't really hit me until Sunday. That was when I realized just how close I'd gotten to these guys.

They left after the football game last night. I'd already told Jake I was probably gonna start crying, and, without fail, I did. I was hugging them and telling them good-bye, and then the thought occured to me: I'll probably never see these guys again. I felt my throat closing up, and I ran to Jake and buried my face in his giant Buddha belly and began to sob. I haven't cried that hard in a long time. I heard him saying that I was gonna make him cry, but by his quivering voice, he already was. I let go and turned to Kentucky, and he was already crying also. I clung to him and cried harder. Everybody wrote down their MySpace and their cell phone numbers and home phone numbers and e-mail addresses and made the boys promise they'd keep in touch.

Scott got his parents to take me home as I need him to comfort me. His parents scoffed at the Kentuckies' promise to bring four of us (Scott, two other guys and myself) up to visit them over the summer. Scott told them now wasn't the time to argue. They asked why and then heard me sobbing on his shoulder. They shut up after that.

I cried for 15 minutes after they left. I still feel like I'm gonna cry. I'm gonna miss them.