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There will come a time when we will be gone, all of us from this place. We will take planes and buses and trains, We will pack up our rooms and kiss mothers goodbye, fathers clap our shoulders and look us in the eye, tell us to stay out of trouble. We will never be together, all of us, again, in the same way, for we're always changing. You know how people are. - This is how I can miss you. This is why, though you are sitting with me now, I feel the particular ache of your loss - the knowledge that I will go months, years, without hearing your voice. And in a way, it is like someone has died - like you have died, like I have died. I know my memories will live on hideously, growing greater and falser with time, filling spaces and gaps in me that you never really got to fill. And yes, I will live on. But there will always be something: a scratch on my wrist a ghost on my neck a deep, trembling silence. - If you asked me about graduation, this is what I’d say: I am a river, you are the sea, and I will keep running to you, even though the sea is chock full of water, even though one river won't make much of a difference, anyway.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
If you asked me about graduation, this is what I'd say
There will come a time when we will be gone, all of us from this place. We will take planes and buses and trains, We will pack up our rooms and kiss mothers goodbye, fathers clap our shoulders and look us in the eye, tell us to stay out of trouble. We will never be together, all of us, again, in the same way, for we're always changing. You know how people are. - This is how I can miss you. This is why, though you are sitting with me now, I feel the particular ache of your loss - the knowledge that I will go months, years, without hearing your voice. And in a way, it is like someone has died - like you have died, like I have died. I know my memories will live on hideously, growing greater and falser with time, filling spaces and gaps in me that you never really got to fill. And yes, I will live on. But there will always be something: a scratch on my wrist a ghost on my neck a deep, trembling silence. - If you asked me about graduation, this is what I’d say: I am a river, you are the sea, and I will keep running to you, even though the sea is chock full of water, even though one river won't make much of a difference, anyway.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
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