“We talked about everything, except the space between us” – Kevin Barry
Remember when Harry was left behind at Hogwarts in his third year whilst everyone in his class started making their way down to Hogsmeade. If you didn’t read the book, the movie does a good job of portraying it. Remember it yet? That sums up the position I’m in at the moment. Whilst my best friends leave, and travel together I’m stuck back here twiddling my thumbs.
This isn’t the first time that it’s happened, as someone pointed out, I have a certain nature of staying back and making sure everyone’s on board. That includes filling out important documents cause the aforementioned best friend has really bad handwriting, had a ton of stuff to do, and filling out vital documents without making a few mistakes is definitely not his thing. Sweet hugs and snapping bra straps definitely made it a whole lot easier, and the fact that it wasn’t really good bye. (Meeting them all again in a few days time, most of them…maybe)
She puts things into perspective. Which is why I love her, and her songs. Think the saddest theme for any sort of love, or just about anything nowadays is “forever and ever” them, which isn’t anything new. Focusing on the ‘now’ and the near future is quite alright. I understand how you can love someone now, and in that moment it feels like you could love them forever, however that’s never really the case. There are times where, as I love to say this, like a NASA mission to an Astronaut, give them SPACE! Space is required, small tiffs and big arguments, even a little brawling is required. Why take my word for it? One night of drinks (wherein I finished just about everyone’s drinks) ended with my advice saving three relationships, comforting the drunk, taking care of the sick one puking in the toilet bowl and then tucking him to sleep. The next day followed with the routine of gratitude, hugs, and the usual speeches of flattery. Then they go on to call me the child in the batch. Complete Morons.As usual, I don’t know. I’ll just go back to twiddling my thumbs.
P.S. – I was asked to write about what’s at the center of a black hole by a fairly thin friend. Think I did a pretty good job at it.