Yesterday I wrote about an emotional wound from difficult goodbyes. Yesterday sucked. But today the tears I cried were happy tears. The problem wasn't resolved, but that's okay.
Goodbyes were really hard today. It was the last time I'd ever see some of those people again. But some of my friends told me to wait at my locker after school. So I did.
Their goodbye was exactly what I needed. Instead of a feeling of being cut off, I got a feeling of taking something of them with me. They gave me a farewell gift. The best part, the healing part, was a book.
They had assembled a scrapbook of all my times at my school. In it were multiple pictures and other notes that I had felt I never could get. And the best part was in the back. Notes from each one of them, and a group picture of all of them, so I can remember them forever.
I'm so happy. This is exactly what I needed. I'm glad to know I had friends who knew me that well.
I don't know why I'm using this book like a journal right now. I don't know if this is interesting or dull. but thank you for reading.
DU LIEST GERADE
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