A train doesn’t wait for late passengers or passengers who are not sure where they’re going. They only let passengers in who are on board, who booked a ticket, who know they have to be on that train to get to their destination. A train doesn’t make excuses for confused or hesitant passengers; a train doesn’t care about those who can’t make up their minds.
We’ve since graduated and returned to new and old homes. Our lives have continued without us holding the same town as common denominator in our friendship. To my college friends who now live across the world: I miss you.
If they haven’t come back in the year that you’ve been aching for them, trust me when I say, they’re just not that into you.
Now my days with you come to a close, I want to tell you that I’m very pleased to have known you. With you, I have grown.
“For three straight years, my friend, Connor McGrath drop-kicked cancer…Not sure how…maybe the cancer cheated…But the fight came to an end two nights ago.”
I am not heartbroken anymore. Really, I’m not. I’m not just a girl saying that to convince everyone staring at her with inquisitive, intrusive eyes. I’m saying it because it’s the truth.
Moving to another country (whether it be for love or just simply because you wanted to) is an
adventure, to say the least.
New is just harder, it takes time, sense, scents, surroundings, and in my case, rocks and mountains.
Although death can end a life, death does not have the power to end a relationship.
Don’t expect to have plans every single night. You will not be running around the city bright-eyed and a little tipsy, holding the hand of a cute boy who rides motorcycles every evening. (But sometimes you will).