i think of 2011’s escapism; of how simple and naive we used to be. i remember many late night conversations, stuffed animals, sensei princess & sempai fairy, café hopping, dubious massages, salty chicken in philippines, having the best trip in jakarta, falling asleep on the same bed after a whole day of movie marathoning in the hotel room, phoenix wright, forcing you to stay in the washroom with me while i showered because i was afraid, celebrating each other’s wins and having many dreams of podium finishes. again i think to myself as i walked away from the departure gate “that phase of my life is over” – something i have been thinking far too often recently – and i watched her walk away feeling excited for what’s in store for her, heart full of light and hope and
yet my heart feels contradictory; heavy and maybe even broken.
it really is goodbye.