My friend is moving 3,000 miles away today.
I am realizing that I took it for granted, having her so close. I should have called her more. I should have filled up my canteen with Tisha-love before this long desert ahead of me. If we were still in high school or college we would make outrageous promises of how often we would get together. But the realities of adulthood make me aware that although I am confidant I will see her again, it won’t be as often as my heart desires.
I am really sad.
Love you Tisha.