martes, 31 de enero de 2012
The end of a place, the end of a time
You never know how much you will miss some people, how much you are already missing them. I regret nothing at all, you deserve to know. I do not think it will ever be the same, even though it will still be as good as it has always been. Though not the same, of course, it will be great, anyway. I will miss you all. Long, long week. Far too long. I have never liked saying goodbye, and this is not different. I have never been true enough to say it out loud, but it has been great. I hope I will see you again. I do not know when, but I do want to see you again.