Anna leaves so soon. Just a few days.

I was thinking about attachment today. And how we all get attached to temporary things. Time, feelings, people, material objects. They’re all temporary.

And these attachments are encouraged. Because it’s just right to love. Love your life because you don’t have much of it. Love all of your emotions because at least you feel something. Love your friends, your family, all of them; they support you and love you in return. Love your home, love your wedding ring, love the teddy bear from your father, love the blanket your grandmother made you when you were born; love these things that are proof of others’ love for you.

But, in the end, you know that it’ll all disappear.

And yet, we keep on loving, keep placing importance on such temporary things.

Because that’s the only way to live.

That being said, Anna, dear. I never call you “dear.” (Or, at least, not to your face.)

I am very, very, very attached to you. And I think you understand, at least a bit, just how much. And I can only hope that you’re attached to me. (I think you are, at least a teensy bit.)

But you’re leaving. You’ll be gone and I’ll be here and things will never be the same ever again. And that’s something to mourn, at least a little bit. Because we had some great times.

But that doesn’t mean they’ll end. We’re both just going to have to adapt to the absence. And I have every faith that we will. Perhaps that’s what terrifies me so much; that we’ll be too well-adapted.

But I’m looking forward to the good times ahead. Because I really do believe that they’ll be there. We just have to try. I’ll admit, I’m not the best at that. I’m not good at long-distance anything, even friendship. I’m the worst at shipping things and I don’t always reply to emails or messages or mail on time, despite how technologically advanced our generation is.

But I refuse to lose you, really lose you. Because, although our friendship is ultimately temporary, I don’t think it’s over just yet (because neither one of us is dead).

I think I just took this post down one road, started running through a side path, slammed into that first road, and then followed it down into the center of the Earth, where it burned for a thousand years. Did that make sense? No? Yeah, I figured. This post doesn’t make much sense.