as you find yourself at a moment of transition, one begins to realize all of the many things you did, people you've met and grown to love, or loved and lost. we always expect that things will turn out, that they happen for a reason, and that reason is a good one.
friendships flourish under strenuous tests of patience, distance, planning, and life just happening the way it happens. we can almost not take too much credit for the active chaos constantly swirling and whipping about our daily activities.
it's better yet to observe those beautifully meaningful passages of time where you were seen, where you were heard, and where something profound was exchanged, perhaps even if it were the most simple phrase which turned strangers into family.
or was it a single whisper. or was it a shared silence.
we live our lives to the best of our ability, love to the fullest & highest capacity our bodies and hearts may muster. we live for truths, honesty, bravery, kinship, understanding, patience, beauty, delight, joy, and love.
we've had the loveliest time, this time, and in the time we shared, not one moment was i ever ill-prepared for your departure from this city. but i am not surprised or hurt. only the aches and pains of a friend increasing the level of negative proximity, which in this case is parallel to an ever-expanding sense of pride and happiness for your future adventuring.
we go with you in spirit where our bodies may not follow, and in the final days, hours, minutes, seconds, remind you that you were here. you were loved. you made a difference. and you will be missed.