Okay. So this is what it is. Somehow we had to punctuate the story right, didn't we? Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. Only this turns out to be waaaaay waaaayy Grander than I had hoped.
This time, it had all the right stuff -- the wind knocked out of me, the shortness of breath, the lump in the throat, the emptiness at the pit of my stomach, the dull, pulsing ache at the chest, the teary goodbye, the pretend laughter, the parting hug. But even if it feels sad, it strangely enough feels right. For one sure moment in our lives, we became the unselfish versions of ourselves so we could do the right thing: think of the people who need us more than we do our pursuits of happiness. Just when it mattered the most, we've proven ourselves to be better people than we ever thought we could be.
Much as I would not admit it to your face (at least not dead seriously enough), I will miss you. So take good care of yourself, until we see each other again. You STILL owe me a beer -- I haven't forgotten.
You'll be okay. I'm sure of it.
Just as I will be.
Here's to you. Here's to me. Here's to us.
*clink* *clink*
