It's hard to say goodbye. And it is often even harder to write about it because writing means processing. Sometimes, when trying to find words, you only find emotions.

I'm going to miss you. You were the only person I met who cared about me as a person rather than me as a resource. You were the only person who was there when I needed a friend. And the only person who cried when I left.

But you didn't have to care about me. Nobody would have questioned you if you stopped talking to me entirely. But you kept being there for me. When situations got heavy, you handed back patience and kindness. To be a friend when it was hardest- I hope you understand how much that meant to me. I hope you understand how much you mean to me. To endure the pain of childhood, shoulder the responsibility of growing up, fall down seemingly bottomless lows, and still emerge as the person you are- that is rare. To turn that pain into how you love others- that is beautiful.

Karma is strange in that it makes no promises on the exact time of cause and effect, just a conviction of its existence. This is why I can care about you, but not be nervous about where you will eventually end up. We'll drift off the face of the earth, change, and grow- but eventually we'll meet eyes again, and I'll be amazed by the people and opportunities that you attracted. That you deserve.

Every word you truly empathized with and listened to, every laugh we shared, every adventure we went on- these are moments that build up what life is. Moments are all we have, and to have shared some with you has been a gift. ❤️