Time to Go.
Tonight, I said goodbye to a few friends. I leave a week tomorrow, and there are still a few more people I need to say something to but it already feels like I’m going about it all wrong. It’s strange; I always, always, feel the need to say more and more and more, and hammer away the point that they are the most beautiful people in my life. That they are the ones that are better than anyone I could have ever hoped to meet. And I always feel like I haven’t been able to say it in a way that has them say “I know, Stuart.” and really know how wonderful they are to me. I always say more. Because they’ve always been more. Always.
Anyway, I’m sad and I’m lonely and this had better not be the end.
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mightycontender reblogged this from dancemisery and added:
I love you, you sentimental bastard.
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