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a thousand years - by kel - the (un)comfy corner

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This time last year, I was counting down my days. Not in anticipation, but out of fear. How many days left until I’ll have to leave my friends? With only one month left in my semester before I moved out of Western for good and headed off to exchange for my last slice of undergrad, I prepared myself for all the goodbyes. It’s not like we would have never seen each other again, but it was the uncertainty of when we’d see each other next that was painful.1 It was the realization of how much these people have truly contributed to your life, and the bittersweet acceptance that this era of your life has come to a close. I think about how lucky I am to have had such serendipitous moments in my life that lead to the most beautiful friendships. “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” -Winnie the Pooh It’s the moments we can’t get back. Frolicking in the grass. Sprinklers going off. Your hesitant asking, “should we run through it?” My response: “I’m down if you’re d

i watch these busan waves recede while the memories rush back. This time last year, I was counting down my days. Not in anticipation, but out of fear. How many days left until I’ll have to leave my friends? With only one month left in my semester before I moved out of Western for good and headed off to exchange for my last slice of undergrad, I prepared myself for all the goodbyes. It’s not like we would have never seen each other again, but it was the uncertainty of when we’d see each other next that was painful.1 It was the realization of how much these people have truly contributed to…

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