Just as I have learned to love the things around me, to keep the important people closest, to let the people I love know that I love them… I have to leave and they have to leave.
The Catalina Mountains will forever undulate in the dancing patterns of shadow and light. They will always provide the best hiking at the nearest location. And I will never forget that “Fires Destroy Green Forests.”
North Campbell is beautiful whenever you go up there. Especially when you’re with a close friend, and a Starbuck’s in hand.
A friend means someone who will sit there and listen. Even if they have not had dinner yet and it’s past nine. Even if they have a mountain of homework that they have yet to begin to tackle. Even if they have to be home.
A friend means someone who will sit with you in complete silence save the whirr of the ceiling fan, one leaning against the other without a single word. And still will understand everything that was never spoken.
Always let people know how much they matter to you. Because there may come a day where doubts cloud judgement.
Love is a beautiful thing shared between closest of friends and family.
As my tears are beginning to drown my computer, I shall bring this to a close:
Yes, a new part of life is about to begin.
No, I will never forget.
