I’m so afraid that I’ll never see you again because I graduated. I’m afraid that a care too much about you as a friend, that I consider you a much better friend than you consider me. It makes me happy whenever you trust me enough to tell me about your problems, and that you still talk to me after how annoying I’ve been. It makes me sad to see you when you’re upset. I’ll miss you. I don’t want to stop being your friend, but I have a feeling that it’s not really my choice anymore. And its not just you that I miss. Last night was so sad, and it made me think of all the people there that I may never see again. I keep trying to tell myself that change is a good thing, but in this case I really don’t believe it is.