When you look back on the year that's passed, when you concentrate to remember where, when and why and all you can recall are the little things that made it amazing and hard to ever forget. the light reflected on their faces, walking home those cold autumn-nights that didn't seem cold at all, their smiles, popcorn flying through the air, her goodheartedness, his sarcastic remarks. everything has been fun and simple, yet so detailed, intricate and brittle. but now, let the snow fall, let the memories fade. they'll never disappear and goodbye isn't always goodbye. but when you get back, can i have a ham sandwich....with a pickle?
And a glass of wine.
SvarSlettI don't really believe in goodbyes, like if they were never real. Because all those amazing little things you've described make time difficult to percieve and mental distance difficult to achieve. You always remain attached to the head worlds anyways. And you have the passwords to lots of universes sweet!