564 Miles.
8 Hours.
1/3rd of a day.
Far away from each other.
You leave in 4 months,
But I do as well.
Omaha.
Denver.
Two completely different places.
No more late nights.
No more sappy movies.
No more deep conversations.
Not face to face at least.
Not what we are used to.
But you will be happy.
And so will I.
We will both be where we are comfortable.
Where we both love to be.
You are my best friend.
My sloot.
My goldfish stealer.
Where you are happy, I am happy for you.
I want to see you happy.
I want you to be where you want to be.
And when you come back,
I will be here.
Like I always am.
It will be like nothing ever changed.
My dear best friend,
Be happy.
If you are happy, I am happy for you.
You might be far away,
But in our hearts,
We will always there.
I love you.
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