I wonder why we become so close to others when the next moment they can disappear or be taken away. My best friend is now half way across the globe and I can't even contact them anymore, so that severs a relationship I cared about dearly and would do anything to keep. Even now since he's gone I can't help but miss him and wonder how he is right now. Things happen I know, but I didn't want him to go, but I can't stop him for going after his dream. All that matters is I had him while he was here and there will always be some part of him with me.
Even now friendships are coming close to an end as I start to question the idealism of how I