Goodbyes.

This Saturday morning it hit me: when I come back, they'll be gone. When we leave next week, they won't be coming back. When they walk across the stage, they will walk out of my world.

This realization hit me this morning because, when I came back from my run, I found a not from my friend Angela. It said, "I love you, too. I know we'll friends much longer than the next two weeks. You're dear to me." How many can I say that of? I want all of them in my life. I can't imagine parting with a single one.

I hate goodbyes.

I'm going to cry a bit about this today. I'm going to hurt a little over it. Then I'm going to coffee with a few of them, and will cherish every moment. And tonight as I go to bed I'll wish for many more.