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I Loved My Friend

This afternoon I had dinner with a teacher friend and her husband.
She finished her contract this year and is heading back to the U.S.

I feel like I've been down this path before.

I have lived in many places and it's always the same.
Friendships are made.
People come and
then they go.
Or, I go.

And, the cycle starts all over again.                                                      
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Although having friends scattered all over the globe
sounds exotic and makes for potential vacation spots,
it can be hard to make friends
and then to say goodbye.
Some of us do this gracefully and others not so much.

Because while it's possible you'll see each other again, soon,
it's also possible you may not.
It might be a long time before you do.

But, now we have Facebook.

Staying in touch with friends who are far away, via their Facebook posts,
feels like we're still in each others' lives.

That makes it easier to say goodbye                    
or not,                                                                                    
but there's nothing else to do.



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