Cold February day and nothing is going OK.
Pinch me please.
Tell me itâ??s a cruel demented dream.
Your clothes packed your books, your stuff, all the pictures and memories of us.
Your room vacant and for once your room is clean.
Nothing but the walls surrounding us to be seen.
The tears running down my cheeks, one by one you wipe them away.
You kissed my forehead and hugged me close.
You made me promise not to worry and to call when I got a chance.
I begged you not to let me go.
I couldn't bare the pain it was just too much.
Losing my best friend and fearing that we would lose touch.
You kept repeating that it would be fine, that destiny would bring us back together in time. That someday you would be back from Florida to see me.
All I could do is nod my head and right as I knew you had to leave all I could say is I love you, choking over my own words and crying all of my tears, expressing my self and all of my fears.
You told me you loved me too and you would be back soon. He kissed me cheek and hugged me one last time cradling me in his arms, and holding me tight. I walked him to the car, scanning his eyes. He looked deep into mine and that was our goodbye.
