The sun is shining. The weather is b-e-a-u-tiful. I'm seeing my friends later.
But Hods, you're leaving today. And you're the glue of our group. Glue is supposed to stick things together.
You don't belong to us, even though we want to lasso you and be with you for at least 365 more days.
Maybe it's going to be daily messages and chats, and numerous video and photo uploads until we run out of things to say and post.
Maybe you won't miss us as much when you make new friends.
Maybe we won't miss you as much when we keep hanging out as a group.
But that's impossible for now.
Because I miss you, we miss you, too much, just come back already.
We want the best for you. We really do. But we also want to be selfish and keep you with us. So you should go to grad school. At KSU. That would solve everything.
Even now, it doesn't feel like you're gone. I'm just waiting for the upcoming weekend so we can hang again.
Good-bye sounds so final and disappointing; I didn't say it to you at the airport, and I'm not doing it now.
See you later, Hods.
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