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The end of two years, we should be cheering / jumping for joy! Yet when it hits you in the face, it is less ecstatic, perhaps more painfully nostalgic and heavily bittersweet. Yesterday, when I looked at you and you looked at me, the words in my heart got stuck in my throat. I think it will stay there for a while. So the easiest thing I could say was: Congratulations. You did well!
Inside, my heart was shouting: how things would be different from now on / how much you will be missed (!!) Keep in touch I say, but inside I know that you are already on your way to tomorrow.
Put your pens down - it's all over.
This feels a tad bit like heartbreak, heartache??