Goodbye, Elder. I just hope that it won't be forever. I'll see you in two years, that is what I say to myself. Please tell me that my life won't change so much that I never see you again. I've said goodbye to other missionaries; I have had many friends leave. I knew that it would be different with you. I just didn't know that it would feel this weird.
You were just always there. Always my friend, always around, always smart, always a living work of art, always an interesting puzzle that I made my mission to solve.
Before I even admitted to myself that I liked you I made it a habit to scan every room that I entered to see if I could find you. It became second nature to a point that I wouldn't notice that I was looking for you until I found you. I still catch myself doing it even though I know that you won't be there.
I can't get my heart to accept it. It can't comprehend two years without your presence. It can't understand that it won't have the comfort of your voice or the joy of hearing your laugh. It can't understand that you won't be there.
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