Yesterday was a huge day for someone, as his best friend said goodbye and moved to Denmark. Who knows how long it will be until they see each other again. He let a few tears fall as we drove home, farther away from one of the most important people in his life, I thought about my life and my friends. I thought about how it would feel to let them go like that. I don’t have a lot of friends. I mean real friends, not those people that are your acquaintances. The people who you actually trust with your life, someone who you consider family. For me, that’s only three people. No matter what happens, I know I’ll be fine with those three.
If I didn’t have them, I don’t know how I would survive all the things I can’t handle alone.
I know that one day, maybe soon, I’ll be separated form these three. Maybe it’ll be me moving to Denmark or England. Maybe it will one of them. I don’t know. Who does?
All I know is I love the fact that I can always have faith that these three will be there for me when this does happen. I love that.