a time for moving on
I think somehow I always knew this would happen. Even from the very beginning. It's not like I imagined it would be. My reaction wasn't anything like I once expected. I've actually been waiting for this moment. I knew it was only a matter of time. It was in no way train-related or mack truck-related. It was a gentle pause as if something was slowly fading away. It was a sad moment because I knew that we could never be friends like we once were. It's sad how you lose touch and everything starts to fade.
Growing up sucks.
Growing up sucks.