changing

now life is tainted by a gradual diaspora; people departing in the pursuit of dreams that do not include me. i understand this. it will be me sometime soon, i expect. but it is difficult to recognize that things will never taste the same flavor. a sense of home fades too quickly as loved ones are no longer there. the safety of that steadfast consistency is dimming and i am sad. there are warm, sweet traditions that are crumbling for one of the three who upheld them is leaving. is it foolish to say, "it just won't be the same" and discontinue such things? mind answers, heart answers, heart wins.

she is leaving again. she is driving further and further away. and she will not be back in time for my important day and it hurts.