I need to delay my posts about those closest to me, because I need to address the issue of said people drifting farther away, quite literally. It's been two weeks. Two weeks since my best friend moved away-- over 1800 miles away to the California coast. In life, it is foolish to think that we as humans will stay in the same place all the time. I knew the day would come when we would have to say good bye and go our separate ways and live our separate lives. Even knowing this, I was not prepared.
The date of which he would move away and be gone from the range of my extended voice came upon me so abruptly, I didn't have much time to react. Our final evening sharing each other's company drew to a close and the weight of the situation fell upon me. I didn't know what to say or do. What to do you say to someone who has been your closest friend since the 8th grade and is now leaving for who knows how long? All I said was, "I'm going to miss you." This is easily one of the most difficult statements I have uttered in my life. I didn't expect to be so emotional. Walking out of his apartment door, I thought to myself, "This is it. I don't know when we'll see each other again."
It was done. So brief. I wanted to say more but couldn't find the words. The door taunted me as I turned back. I stared as if wanting to see through the door or somehow open it without me having to walk back. The walk to through the parking lot was a slow one. My tears prevailed once I entered my car.
