The first of many goodbyes that are sure to come this year, my last year at home. It’s hitting me right now.
Tonight was probably the first time I recall a particular feeling while saying goodbye to someone I know, just by their nature, that I may never see again. This kid right here. & it’s not sad entirely, it’s melancholy & beautiful & optimistic & free, but there’s always that little yearning, those missed opportunities & the desire to spend time with someone great.
I once shared a table with a girl who said she met a girl in some random country (the name escapes me) while she was volunteering overseas. Three years later she was on a train in China & she got seated in a compartment with a girl she later realized was the same person she had met years earlier. I met the girl who told me this story randomly at a party about three years after she told it, which is almost trivial in comparison. Sometimes I think there’s something strange, but I’m not one for believing in fate, only coincidences. But if things fall into place right, it almost seems like it’s supposed to happen. I hope this happens with my friend I said goodbye to tonight. Maybe then I won’t feel so damn sad when I think about helping you haul your stuff to a car & how you’ve got mountains in your future.
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