tough love

This hurts so much.

There are two people leaving tomorrow, and it’s really beginning to set in. One of them is a good friend of mine, and she also is not returning. I’m not the closest to her, but I’m gonna watch her say goodbye to her best friend here, and I know it’s going to make me hurt, because that’s what’s going to happen to me in a few days... only a few.

6 weeks ago, I was holding my breath because I knew this day was coming. I remember saying to several people, I know how fast six weeks go... that’s the same amount of time I had with CTI this summer. It goes by so incredibly fast.

6 weeks turned into a month, and a month turned into a couple weeks... and now... now we’re at days. And so soon, so soon, it’s all going to disappear. Just like that.

The thing is... I’m not just losing my best friend, I’m losing several of the closest friends that I’ve ever had. I’m leaving my second home. Greenville became my second home and now I have to say goodbye.

There is a line from a song by the Fray that has been running through my head for days, it goes “Sometimes the hardest and the right thing are the same.”

Why does this have to be hard? Why does loving people have to hurt so much?