Andrea left...

Andrea is gone. Colon open-parenthesis. I hung out with her in the airport as long as I could... We wandered around, ate some sandwiches, and tried to find a ticket for me to Edinburgh. We checked information and found that there were only two airlines flying to Edinburgh: Air France and British Airways. We walked to the Air France desk and inquired about the price of a ticket, leaving today, for Edinburgh. Eight hundred something euros. Wait? What?! Yeah, EIGHT HUNDRED euros! Hahahahahahaha-NO. I asked about standby. She replied, "This doesn't exist." I asked for anything cheaper, and she just looked sort of embarrassed and smiled at the ridiculousness of their price. So that was one airline down... We went to British Airways and they had a flight leaving at 15:00 for a very reasonable (by comparison anyway) 150ish euros. That's a lot cheaper and faster than a train would have been, so I took it. I asked them about standby too, but they also didn't offer that as an option... I got my ticket and then escorted Andrea to security. I'm an idiot. I stood there and watched her slowly weaving through the line to the security gate. As I watched I got more and more depressed. I should have just said goodbye, kissed her, and walked away, but instead of walking away, I stood there watching...