Things that I've tried to deny for so long. I wanted to pretend they weren't true.
But now even the little hope I've had is disappearing.
I thought I had more time. I thought I had a couple of months. The whole summer.
But one month? 30 short days, and then you'll leave forever?
It's not the same as with my school friends. While they are leaving too, I know they'll come back. Their home will still be here.
Yours won't. You're going there to make a life. To live there. To never come back.
And I'm losing a best friend.
you know it's time to say goodbye.
I'm really tired of feeling like this.