Smoothemuse

It hit me yesterday when we were in the car, driving to the park so that I didn’t have to drop you off yet.

bigwordsexciteme:

You said that you could see the sad in my eyes, you said that you understood.  I could see it in you too.  I thought that it had hit me previously when I realized that I will no longer see all of these people, and I will probably lose touch with many of these people.  But it REALLY hit me.  It REALLY hit me when I saw that it was hurting you so much, and I realized that I hadn’t fully and entirely comprehended what was about to happen.  With less than three days left of public schooling, it’s terrifying.  I know that it is a “rite of passage”, but it is very scary.  I’ve gotten so attached.  I mean, I’ve got all summer to try and cement certain friendships and relationships, but I can’t even think about what is going to happen once everyone leaves for school at the end of August.  When I leave … what does that mean?  It’s a new beginning, but what does that mean for the relationships I’ve got going on?  Meh.

Sure, I’m being a bit melodramatic.  At the same time though, you have to admit that it’s frightening, and such a weird experience.  I’ve always been pretty level-headed about most things, so allow me this one concession. 

I hope that I can get everyone to sign my yearbook in time.

 I’m only reblogging like, every one of your text posts, because I could say the same things…

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