I had this friend. im calling him joe to protect his identity. joe was the person i asked to be my friend in kindergarten. years later he said he was going to florida. i didnt believe him at first. he said he was coming back 2 months before school. i still didnt believe him. "yeah righhtt.." i would say. it wasnt untill he did go did i realize he was tellling the truth. i didnt even have a chance to say bye. "well hes coming back 2 months before school" i would tell myself. he didnt.
"maybe next year". not even. the sad part is i didnt have a friend to talk to until 2 years later, when i started thinking of him as a ghost, or just a dream. maybe he was just a dream..
it might not seem so sad to you but if you were me you would know