As September 1 approaches, this goodbye seems more and more impossible. I can sense myself pulling away from people, trying to lessen the blow my absence may have. Yet, I’m torn because I know I should be spending more time with those I love. Especially since I don’t know when I’ll see them again.
I act tough and, at times, probably seem cold-hearted. I brush everything off like it doesn’t affect me. Except it does. My brain reminds me all the time of what and who I am leaving. But I can’t let myself think about it because I’ll break down. I’ll get emotional, which is something I refuse to do when I can help it. If I think about how many people I’m leaving, people who love me and want me around, I don’t want to leave.