Saying Good-byes

Goodbyes are hard.

I know I’m only going interstate, and I know that when I was studying I didn’t necessarily see that many friends that often, but it feels like I’m going to miss them so much more when we’re interstate as opposed to just around the corner.

I caught up with many of them over New Years, and some have promised to visit. I’m not that far away- an easily justifiable distance to go on a weekend, but that takes effort.

I was informed yesterday that this year marks the ten year aniversary of some of my best friendships. I then felt slightly guilty for not baking a cake. Despite teh lack of cake, good friendships they have been, and I’m fairly sure the woman who reminded me of our anniversary is checking this sentance for spelling errors right now.

But it was my boyfriend who was hardest to say good-bye to.

I’ve known him a long time too, not quite ten years ut getting close. We havn’t been romantically intangled for that length of time, of course, but a part of each others lives nevertheless. It’s surreal to think that we wont be able to see each other every weekend, wont be able to pop in after work for a quick visit, wont be able to cook sometihng at home and drive it round still fresh from the oven. It also feels very wierd that it’s not him moving out with me.

We said good-bye last night, and although we promised to visit each other as soon and as often as possible, it still felt like a sad good-bye. A loving, but sad, good-bye.

I went to my car and got inside. We said good-bye. We kissed so passionately and for so long that I didn’t think it would stop- and didn’t want it to. Then he pulled away, said he loved me as he shut my door, and drew a love heart in the dust on my drivers window.

I shed one tear as I drove away, just one that sat coldly in the corner of my eye and refused to move. It felt so sad, even though I know it wont be that far, or really that long, and that we do genuinely love each other. I’ll miss him on the weekend though. Quite a lot.

Good-byes are hard, but we’ll be alright.