So it is a fact. A fact I've done my hardest at trying to overlook. My best friends are moving to Alaska. In so much as 40 some days. It is painful to think that because a thought that always follows is: 40 will turn into 30 and 30 into 20 and 20 into 10 and then they'll be gone before I've fully grasped the concept. It is hard to think that their home, the one I'm currently sitting in, will soon be empty and like one thousand other empty homes. I try my hardest not to cry around them. Late at night when Brandy and Carly are asleep and I'm over, I cannot help but think that all of this will soon be no more. And with that thought I find myself crying. I cry and I pray. I do not pray to keep them, but I pray that we can all let each other go. Them moving to Alaska is not the end of friendship nor life. I try not to be selfish and think "What am I supposed to do?" But I try and think of how grand all of our new lives will be. Despite the bitterness, there is a sweet, sweet, feel of a new beginning. And a new beginning it will be for us all.
"May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays."
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