I hate myself so much right now.
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
Okay, So we haven’t talked in almost a year and I know this is stupid and everything but I still imagine what our graduation will be like. Like, I imagine that I’ll hand you my yearbook and you’ll write “I’m so sorry. I’ll miss you, I already do.” and I’ll write “I miss you too”. And then we’ll hug or whatever and this time it will last and things will change for good.