You've been imagining how this moment would be all week, and dreading it. Desperately trying to scrape together a few last moments before everything changes and this all ends. We all act like everything's fine, like it's only a few weeks, like at any moment you'll just walk straight back in and everything will be the same. The moment arrives, we try and be brave, but it doesn't really work. I miss you already while you're hugging me. I keep replaying over in my head the last things that you whispered to me and how much it meant. I don't ever want to think about you, because it triggers something off inside. I don't ever want to remember that second where you walked through the gates, with out even looking back. S.
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