Goodbye and good luck...

[sorcyress]

I don't nessecarily avoid goodbyes.

Or I do. But I do it for my own petty reasons, and it rarely has anything to do with the goodbye itself. 'swhy I missed the senior goodbyes at Grease. My own petty reasons.

I don't nessecarily avoid them. But I think I may miss an important one.

Cause y'see. There's this girl. I've known her what...ten years now? 'salot of time when you're only seventeen.

And so me and this girl. We get on alright. Always have. Probably always will --it's that kind of friendship.

And hell. Might as well just say it. She's my Best Friend. She's the one I go crying to when I need to. She's the only person in the entire world that I know I can argue with on a regular basis, because of how much I trust her, and how much I trust our friendship. She means...she means a lot to me.

She's not just any girl.

And she's leaving.



It always happens that way, from what I've seen. Senior year ends, and everyone scatters to the four winds.

Sure, Gingur and Rohan are together at College Park. But all us girls from the group?

Britt's goin' somewhere in New Yawk. Anne's off to Nashville. KT's down south, at Salsbury, and V's up North, at Mount St. Mary's.

And me?

After they've all gone their seperate ways, I'm going waaaaaay the fuck north to a small school in a big city. I never thought I'd be the city girl. That was always more V's bag. Sure, I like cities, and I LOVE Boston, but still. I like it better where theres trees to climb and stars to be seen.

But there's the important bit in there. V's goin' to the mountains of Marelind. (Hokay, so I got a touch of the Bawl'more accent in me. Sue me.) I'm goin' up ta Bawston.

That's a long fucking way apart. That's a whole lot more then eight houses away.

And well. I don't know when she leaves. Other then that she leaves tomorrow.

I don't know if I'll get to see her. I spent some time with her today, saw her at Target and gave her a hug.

You ever think about that? The idea that "that hug" may have been your last?

I normally don't sweat goodbyes. Hell, last day of school, I was more eager to just get the fuck outta graduation rehersal. But this one? This one's important.

So yeah. V, if I don't get to say it tomorrow, I'm sure as hell saying it here, tonight. 'Cause hell, man! You're my Best Friend. You have been for ten years now.

So Veronica?

Goodbye.
And Good luck.

All my love.
~Sor

Comments

[macaroniandtuna.livejournal.com]

She told me she has to wake up at 7 to shower and pack the car. So she's leaving early. Just a few hours from now, actually.

[stgreyhounds.livejournal.com]

PM TC1 at Sluggy sometime. He'll have plenty of advice on College Life in Boston (be warned: it will probably include mean and sightly crude commentary on the Sox).

[whimmydiddle.livejournal.com]

I suck at good byes. They rip me up. I totally hate them. And I'm 47. So, bad news, it may not get any easier with experience. Sorry. Best of luck with life and all that!