the power of goodbye
I don't really know why, but for some reason I get really sad when I think about Jeff moving to California. He's probably leaving now-ish. Mostly it's because he was supposed to move after thanksgiving, but for whatever reason, he's moving sooner and I didn't get to say goodbye. It's so weird how much I am going to miss him since I only really talk to him when I go home. I guess I just always thought he'd be there, seeing as we would always disagree about where to live when we were in our adorable high school relationship, and he was so determined to stay in Massachusetts, and I was so determined to move back there. It's really rather ironic, that's he's moving to a place he would never considered before, a place I've wanted to go back to since I was seven years old, and I'm still in Massachusetts and will probably stay here or possibly move to asia, which is the complete opposite. I'm so afraid that I'll never see him again, or that when I do, it will be so long that we won't know each other anymore. I don't like that I'm getting to an age where everyone is resettling so far away. I don't like this.