Goodbye...a Second TimeMature

It was that fateful Tuesday morning when we helped Idina move from our home to her new college dorm room. But of course, as I'd been dealing with feelinglessness all over again, I didn't feel all that sad. I wanted to feel sad, but I just couldn't.

Curse my own stupidity.

Soon enough, Idina was gone. Out of the house. My childhood best friend, snatched by the ruthless arms of university (if you'll excuse the melodrama, which - I admit! - is a bit over-the-top). I managed to cry a little bit at the end - I guess my heart hadn't been completely forsaken, after all, but other than that...I was strangely numb through it all.

Idina. Gone. What would I ever do without her?

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