Saying goodbye to your best friend is the worst, even when it’s known that they’ll be a mere two and a half hours away. It’s like throwing away a favorite pair of old, ripped jeans; necessary at times but completely unwanted. No matter how much I know that this isn’t goodbye forever, it’s incredibly difficult knowing that he isn’t around the corner waiting for me to say we should watch Team America. I’m SO THANKFUL for his friendship, which is why this sucks so much. I hate that the one person I was dreading saying goodbye to is the first one to leave.
P.S. A text message made me cry.
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