hey, you

This is for you, because I'm pretty sure you're the only audience I really have, even though you never leave your mark.

God, how depressing is that? Not as sad as the thought of you hopping on that great, white piece of techonology we call an airplane to fly away. When I first heard, I felt like I was punched in the gut. The wind whistled out of my lungs, my eyes stung and watered and my mind was thrown into a dizzying swirl of disarray as a million thoughts spun around and clamoured over each other for a foot hold.

Selfishly, I wanted you to stay beside me, within reach, so I could hug you whenever I wanted to, bump shoulders or tie your shoe-laces together like a brat or whatever.

But you deserve more than my selfishness, you deserve all of my love, which is what you basically have. So I'm proud, fiercly proud, that you were able to find yourself a place (and some much-needed dough) in another faraway land.

...Okay, it's Edmonton, but it's not exactly a bus ride away, okay?

I'm glad you're going somewhere where you can grow in that field of art you're so desperately good at, to thrive in an environment that is actually bent on nurturing you rather than constantly trying to murder you with acadamic bureaucratic bull shit. I'm only sorry that I can't come with you, but you'll always be a phone call away from me, and I'll bug you constantly with text messages.

And anyway, I already started saving pennies so I can come to see you at least once a year.

I love you, but I won't miss you. I won't let myself make that mistake of letting something as picayune as a little distance (3434km) get in my way of loving you.

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