Turning

I don’t know whether it makes is any easier, seeing them off as they go. It’s better sometimes just to pretend like it’s any other day, and say, “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

This time he’s going forever, to a country on the other side of the world.

I’d forgotten how much I cared.

My mentor and guide, this man has taught me so much about life, and led me to find strength within myself that I hadn’t realised was possible.

The world is small, and I’m young. Anything could happen, and will. I have no doubt that I will see this man again, and steal more kisses in the cover of darkness, in the pouring rain – like last night.

Although he’s leaving now, he was exactly what I needed up to this point.

Maybe we’ll meet up in Paris. Maybe I’ll wear a beautiful dress and he will buy me dinner, like he does. Maybe we’ll walk along the water and talk about our changing lives, the imensity of the city, the vast future and the way things stay the same.

We’ll part again, after that, and hopefully again neglect to lament. I will miss him, I always do, even when he’s just next door, instead of in my arms. But we are two of a kind, dispite the distance. Explorers and experiencers. The world teaches us, and we live to learn new lessons and experiences.

My journey begins again now, a life I’ll endeavour to fill with my own wellbeing, and self-centered happiness.

The world goes around, and around, and around, and things just keep on turning.