Today I said my final goodbye. It wasn’t the way I’d envisioned it. I didn’t want it to come. I said goodbye to my best friend and at least for the time being the person I love the most. That last proper hug was the most heartbreaking thing I’ve even done. Amid her health concerns I want to be there for her. But I know she’s strong and she won’t tell me that she needs me.
Fly away and don’t worry. Fly away and have the time of my life. I’ll have the time of my life, but I’m going to be worried, not only about here but for everyone back home. I left her with a letter, and a hoodie. I want her to know that even though I’m a million miles away I’m still rooting for her. Even though I’m a million miles away that I still love her. I know that the physical space away from one another will make this pain a little easier.
I know myself pretty well and I know that whatever this is, this feeling, this massive feeling of warmth, caring, kindness, and love isn’t something that will just dissipate. I know that. It may very well hurt me later.
I’m leaving on an adventure but it doesn’t change the way I feel about her. It never will. My bags are packed and the sense of adventure’s been released.
I love you, more than you know.