august 12th.
Move in day.
The car ride was dreadful.
An hour and 15 minutes with my mother, father, and strange yet adorable little brother.
No fun at all.
Finally we had arrived on campus.
Car stuffed full with my life over the past few years.
Clothes, shoes, purses, comforter...all the typical necessities when moving into a dorm.
My best friend and I got everything settled in our room.
Pink, orange, and white are our colors.
Coordinated....like friends since the 5th grade would be.
I hug my parents goodbye and shake off the tears.
As much as they have driven me crazy the past few years, I will miss them dearly.
They have taught me well.
My brother awkwardly hugs me, his eyes glistening as well.
The chokeholds, punches, slaps, screams, pinches, and wrestling matches no longer matter.
He is still flesh and blood and I love him.
I watch as the 1997 silver Toyota Avalon pulls out of the Brumby parking lot and speeds away.
Laying on my bed, i stare at my wall.
There's a collage of all my favorite people and like fate my eyes fall on a picture of us.
I think back to the day we said goodbye...it was right after your birthday, during the summer.
I remember i was so excited because i had gotten you a really great present.
I couldnt wait to tell you.
I remember all the times we shared... laughs, smiles, tears.
We were almost always happy.
Those days are long gone now.
You have gone your own way to fulfill your life's dreams....having your face kissed by the sun each morning you wake.
I'm glad we each had a new beginning to look forward to...because if not i'd probably be lost without you.
I know you're still there for me, but its nowhere near the same feeling.
Im happy for you though, you deserve it.
You deserve to be happy.
I used to be sad that your happiness couldnt be near me, but i soon realized how selfish that sounded.
So i willingly let you go...you would have done what you wanted anyway.
Ill always cherish what we had.
So go.
Do what you have to do to be who you want to be.
Ily forever and always.
Goodbye.
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2 comments:
goodbye stories are always the hardest to write...
..yet alone read.
this made me cry. like a baby. it sucks having to say goodbye to someone. i'd rather say see ya later. Goodbyes mean that somehow, someway you'll have to move on...sigh.
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