Friday night was pretty emotional as we said goodbye to Annie, who has moved to LA for school. Perhaps bittersweet is the best word to describe it. On the one hand there are the tears and sadness that go with saying good-bye to someone you care about and the fears that the physical distance will lead to emotional distance. On the other hand there are the laughter and smiles which emerge from recalled memories. And as you suddenly realize your time together is almost at an end, the warmth and affection just spill out in a pathetic attempt to make up for lost time. It’s ‘last call’ and you’ve just arrived.
The way to love anything is to realize it might be lost.
If only we could love with that sort of intensity all the time. Some people don’t like to make a big deal out of good-byes and would much prefer to steal away quickly and unnoticed. Fuck that. After the piano bar closed down, Amanda, John, Natalie, Alyse, Annie, and I went back to the hotel room they had booked and prolonged the night until we couldn’t stay awake any longer.
If you’re reading this, Annie, thank you for the honour of your affections, encouragement, and friendship, particularly the past couple months. I’ll come visit sometime. I promise.