Heart On My Sleeve

Okay, it's true. This needs a little update.

WARNING: Bloody long and senseless emotional conversation with myself ahead.

I've been having a hard time meeting new people at the new uni. Time and time again I remember how I met incredible people and how it ached not seeing them again.

Kindie.

First grade.

Second.

Sixth.

Second year of high school.

Teen basic.

Fifth.

ATC.

Work.

I console myself and say, "Well, aren't you glad that these relationships happened?"

Yes, yes I am. I wouldn't want to change meeting you guys for anything in the world.

It's really amazing that all of you are so different - and therefore beautiful - in your own special ways.

The way you laugh.

Your little quirks.

The way we can talk about everything and nothing at all.

The dorky things and hysterical moments we share.

The important things in your life you let me in on.

How you tell me about things I've never heard of before.

All of you add a little something in my life which makes up a little part of who I am. And I love you so so much. But when it's time to move on it gets a little hard on me.

Maybe I shouldn't be so attached to things. Maybe this is a little lesson in growing up.

Maybe I should just go out and have as many good times with as many people as I can - and be happy about it.

Can I?

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PS: Spam is getting a pretty intolerable. Might change URL soon?