Saying Goodbye

Move on, but do not forget the memories you shared and how your friends changed your life.

I admit it: I miss my Korean friends, especially Pierre and Minnie. We share so many memories together it's almost impossible not to think about them every day. Today, Pierre is a grown man in college, with died hair, and contacts, but I still remember him as the shorter adolescent with black hair, glasses, and who was scolded by his father frequently. It's quite amusing how someone can change so much in such a short time. I'm going to miss his sense of humor and contagious joy. Although I don't have as much past memories of Minnie, I became much closer to her this year, all the more harder to say goodbye. Her innocence, laughter, singing ability, and generosity are irreplaceable. Now that we're in this great age of technology, I can communicate with them; regardless, I still miss their faces. I know what I've said, but I've decided to move on. Dwelling on the past will not help me in any way. Mr. Insensitive has just entered the building and I apologize. A new school year is approaching, and I plan on forming new relationships.

I know that I will miss my friends, and they might miss me, but asldkffasnddsavnweioqaqls. I can't finish this sentence. It looks like I'm much more sensitive than I thought. I wish I could have both friends and school, but I know I can't. I am dreading the day I have to say goodbye for the last time to many of my friends.