We spent six months as "acquaintances," a year as "pals," a summer as "Best Friends," and the last 4 months as "strangers."
He opened the most important envelope he ever will,
and then he went away.
In our last five minutes together, I was kneeling at his feet and tying his shoes.
The sound of his voice flooded my ears and I prolonged the tying process, for I feared that resurfacing to his face would bring me to tears.
As far as I knew, this would be the last time I'd see him ever.
I composed myself, and stood upright.
He kissed me in a way that I can't describe.
It seemed like a "goodbye forever" sort of kiss, but the ending was left open.
We exchanged our loving words, and I went away.
I left him there.
It felt good to finally be the one leaving
and not the one being left.