With bittersweet feelings, you promise to keep in touch. With a heavy heart and teary eyes, you hug each other good-bye. Take mental pictures. You count the number of times you did this before. Airport visits. Returning back to an empty house. To a nostalgic mood. You anticipate how life will be different now. You lose another friend to time and distance. Something inside you dies. You try to take as many pictures as possible. To capture every moment. Every emotion. Every feeling. As time passes by, the promises of keeping in touch are lost. And all that remains are memories. Including this moment. It seems like a huge leap right now. But eventually we all end up fine. Much more than just fine. As time passes by, life moves on. You get used to things. Change is a part of life. Change is good.
