When you’re gone, there are always people who are left behind. Maybe they are close friends, family, somebody who will miss you dearly. Perhaps they were even strangers, random people you never noticed. Nevertheless, you will be missed.
But when you’re only a few hundred kilometres away, when you’re close enough to keep in touch, when does it all change? When does the I miss you turn into oblivion? When do the people you’ve grown up with turn into forgotten strangers who look unsettlingly familiar? When this time comes, will you be accepting and go our own way, never looking back? Or will you grasp desperately onto the remainders of a beautiful friendship, hoping that somehow, it can just go back to the way it used to be, even if you know that it will never work out?
Even when we have gone our separate ways, even when my mind grows old and weary; I will occasionally think of you, and the fun we had together. And even if it breaks my heart to say goodbye, our memories will keep me warm on the lonely nights ahead.
