It wasn't until about a week and a half ago that I found out that my really close friend was moving. I had known that he was moving for months now, but I didn't know when.
Today, he took that plane flight to California. I never thought this day would come; it seemed so far away a few months ago, but now I won't see him for another year or so.
Today was such a bummer, even if we spent our last hour together eating cookie dough. It's supposed to make you feel better, but I still couldn't help but bawl my eyes out when he left.
