A new beginning. A new light. A new hope. A new friendship.
Another goodbye. Another farewell.
A bud that I nurtured and cared is about to bloom. An emancipation. A freedom. A decision. A choice.
Tears will flow. But not solely from sadness. A part wants to rejoice and celebrate. While the other half wants to hide and cry.
I won’t hold you back for I know its what’s best. Rather than keep you here, and have the same blurred future.
A new day. A new friendship. A new life.
Farewell my good ‘ol friend.
“The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.” – Elisabeth Foley