Having to say goodbye to one of thee best friends I’ve ever had and ever will have, because she is leaving the state to start a new journey with her boyfriend, has got to be one of the hardest things I think I’ll ever endure. I couldn’t be more happy for her, for them. But the feeling in the pit of my stomach is growing.
I am SO sad/scared that she is leaving. She has been practically family for 9 years. She’s taken care of me and helped me to grow into a suitable person, shown me things, and vice versa. We have helped and learned, and built so much together. She is seriously the fucking Turk to my JD. The Lucy to my Ethel. The Lavern to my Shirley. The Fox to my Hound. The Rob to my Hud. She has been nothing but amazing to me in every single way, and frankly, I am so scared on how I’ll be without her. I have amazing friends, the best. Moving to Tempe with one of the best people I’ve come to know, and closer to my bb, my other half. But they’re not Jordan. And no one can ever be Jordan, just like no one can ever be them. She’s like my social crutch, man. My main dude! She tells me when I’m being stupid, and can do it in such a way where I just agree, and don’t get pissed off. She knows how I tick, and she knows how I want to be. And I’m just a little worried that I’m still inept! Haha. I’m going to miss the shit out of her. And I’m going to cry forever. AND EVER. Haha.
I’m really not ready for goodbyes but she leaves on Thursday. I am prepared for a migraine that day. -___- She is only moving one state over, so an 10 hour drive/2 hour flight. I’ll make it work. It’s just not a good feeling saying goodbye to one of the best, and most important people in my life, but looks like I need to man up, and do it. :(
“I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still.”—Albert Camus, The Stranger (via nirvikalpa)