Most of my friends know about my fear of being forgotten. I've been thinking about it recently and why it's such a strong fear.
We've been here for 4 years. Every summer we leave and then come back in the autumn. Over that break things happen, life goes on and then we come back and expect it to be the same as we left it. The same people are here but they aren't the same. We were friends before we left and then when we come back for some reason we're not friends anymore. It's sad and it's happened so many times.
We've met people that became good friends really quickly. We've spent time together almost every day. We've spoken about living close to one another. We've shared countless meals and so much time together and then they leave and that's it. Or we leave for the summer and that's it.
How can things change so quickly? I don't expect to be friends with absolutely everyone I ever meet. I also don't expect to be friends with friends forever but sometimes things click and you expect it to stay clicked forever.
I'm sad for the loss of strong friendships.
Now it's our turn to leave. I really hope I can still give the kind of friendship I expect from people even though we won't be in the same town.
Don't forget me, y'hear?!
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