the hardest part isn't the goodbye

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so d's set to leave for san fran on sunday. it's sort of unbelievable that i won't see her again; i mean, we will chill on christmas breaks, possibly even next summer, but we're going to be different--she will be, anyway, that i'm sure of. i'm not okay with this concept at all: to lose a best friend just because of the distance between us. but she and i acknowledged that we're not gonna be that close, that best of a friend to one another once she moves away.

she's already moving on--look at her, she's running towards her path already. tomorrow i'm going to see her off, wish her the best in life because i admire her sense of direction, her future and plans. because i want her to succeed.

i'll probably not recognize her come tomorrow morning.