All my friends are going away. Each one of them is going to find what The Almighty has laid out for them in the pattern of destiny. They’re going off to their own lives, using the lessons learned at home to get through all of the snags that life puts on one’s verve. Others will go to college or universities that will give them more skills, and then, they’re off to find the guy that will say the forever “I do” or the girl that will support him through and through. They are off to all that counts as living.

But while I should be happy, my heart breaks its whole, for I shall never see them again. I’ll never see ma sistas, who complained about various boys or gushed about their newest crush, while talking about their screwed up lives or how it had just gotten better. There will never more be the boy, who would came to me, for advice on those very same girls, who told me how girls really suck, while I lent a listening ear.

It seems all too soon that my time will be up, and my use, no more. It makes my heart bleed sore, with bitter tears and pain so intense with longing for the past. Though I know many say that one should just let go of the past… I know that my past is what makes me what I am…and I can’t let it go...I won’t let it go. If I did, it would be as if someone had just ripped away my insanity, which is in reality, sanity itself.

So know this…that when I send you off to your various places in life, with a bunch of “I’ll miss you’s” and a ton of “see you soon’s,” I am really saying good-bye forever…and just learning to let you go…

From the musings of…