People grieve for love, and want to grasp it the moment someone waves it in front of their face. Organisms always look so rapt and joyous when they're in love, and I absolutely agree. But you see, ever since I started the tenth grade, at my all-Jewish high school, everything has just got so much more arduous. My best friend Ari and I have been through everything we ever endured together, and this year he moved away to a much smaller village twenty five miles south of my town. So now I'm alone all over again. Because people always leave, whether it's for good or bad.... people always leave. They wander off into another land where they think that they will be safe, or free. But really they just want to get away from it all, or in this case Ari just wants to get away from me. You see Ari lives with only his grandmother, and since his grandmother is too aged to proclaim an occupation he has to pick up the slack around the house. This means that he has to juggle his multiple jobs, keep the house in shape, and still manage to get a perfect school record. But the point is Ari didn't necessarily move out to the smaller village because he wanted to get away from me. He actually moved out there because his grandmother is very ill, and most physicians proclaim that she only has a couple of months to live. I feel bad for Ari, you know? We're right in the middle of World War II and he has to face everything on his own, at least now he does.
