Growing up, friendship always felt unfair.

The unsaid obligation to put yourself last

to ensure the happiness of others.

Or, other times, masking yourself to fit the demands of another

and accepting their slow building resentment as proof that you at least tried.

Why would anybody want this?

Unexpectedly, that perspective shifted.

An experience that, no matter how hard you try,

it can’t be put simply

because it looks different for everybody.

Leaving only a singular option:

to live it.

Appreciating the beauty of opening yourself up enough

to understand the complexity of another person.

Knowing that nothing matters when you have the right support system.

Embracing vulnerability as an opportunity to grow

rather than an embarrassing burden.

To be surrounded by love daily that is not only mutual but unconditional.

Do we know how lucky we are to have a reason to keep pushing through?

To have a light amidst the darkest of days.

A reason to continue to fight to be the best version of ourselves.

How lucky am I to be around loving people daily.

To have somebody to run to when problems arise,

or somebody to rejoice with about remarkable achievements.

For a hug to remind me that I am never alone, truly.

A simple conversation that makes what seems like the worst situation

seem manageable.

So, as our days in one place come to an end,

never forget the people that shower you in compassion and empathy

without limitations.

So, regardless of distance,

nothing will ever break the beautiful bond left behind.

Knowing that I have been changed, for good,

And that I am being left with amazing memories, a joyful heart,

I lament that you will move on without me.

How lucky am I to have people to miss next year

when I was once convinced

that there would be no reason to keep showing up.