As i'm typing this, you're probably already on the plane, leaving for Minnesota. Leaving for a place with greener pastures, to further your studies in engineering.
I just came back from the airport.
When i came home, everything felt the same somehow. Nothing has changed, not really. But yet something is different. It's the thought that i won't see you in person again, not for a year at least. It's the thought that we won't be able to hang out and eat together. It's the thought that things just won't be the same anymore, not without you.
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