I have exactly three days left with her.
We can’t even be together because her movers are packing her house and I am supposed to be packing for a cross country journey. Stupid packing.
Despite all the complications barring us from hanging out, today I am going to serve the heck out of this bestie of mine.
It is how I am swallowing up my grief.
It is how I am coping with my impending loss.
It is how I am telling her one last time in person that I love her and would do ANYTHING for her.
Now I’m crying.