I can’t be doing this every night until graduation. The tears that I held back at the bandquet are coming now like they did last night after I got home. I’m crying as I write this. They’re not tears of sadness, they’re tears of longing Longing for more time. Longing for the ability to go back and do things different. I should have told you how I felt a long time ago. I never thought I would change because of someone, but I have. Multiple people have changed me. They’re my best friends. They’ve seen me at my worst and at my best and the thought of leaving them terrifies me. I need more time. I actually told someone last night that I wished I had looked for a job on the island. He was right in his response though, I would end up hating it here. This isn’t the place for me, but these are the people I’m meant to be with. They’re my best friends. They’re my family. I had dinner with two professors the other night and a comment was made about how few classmates my professors kept in touch with. That terrified me. Now that I think more on it, I don’t worry as much because these people aren’t just my classmates, they’re my best friends. They’re not going anywhere except a couple hours away at the most. A phone call or text at the slightest. Thank god for social media. My heart is too big for permanent good byes.
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