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Yet another friend of mine is moving away. We dated for a minute in the fall (not the lame ex), decided better, and are friends. And I am stunned by how sad I became when he actually sold his house. I don't know if it's that his very real current and imminent actions made all of the leaving by all of my imminently leaving friends hit home, or if I am more attached to him than I knew. But fuck, I am sad.
I think I would probably be willing to live in North Dakota if it were a place where I could keep, always, the people I care about around me. These departures are always mournings of small deaths for me.
Barring a magical, happy prison in North Dakota, I wish everyone I have ever loved had to spend a week with me for my birthday.
I think I would probably be willing to live in North Dakota if it were a place where I could keep, always, the people I care about around me. These departures are always mournings of small deaths for me.
Barring a magical, happy prison in North Dakota, I wish everyone I have ever loved had to spend a week with me for my birthday.