2003-06-22

and all his old pictures he drew of us are still all up on the wall
bryce is coming back tomorrow. to pick up his stuff and move away again. for good. i miss this boy so much. and i knew he was coming even before they told me. i've been dreaming about him every night.

i wish he wasn't going away.

but i have something. i've learned that people don't leave your life completely until you've learned everything you were supposed to from them. they aren't gone until it's done. and it doesn't feel done with bryce. not yet.

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