he stopped by my work with lola so we could exchange a few things we had of each others.
it was quick (the length of a cigarette)
and a little strange.
i was sad holding lola. That broke my heart.
i knew i would hug him afterwards and tell him to take care of himself.
i did that.
there was no long hug
no kiss on the cheek
no last kiss.
there was letting go.
but i realized how strange it is to stand across a person you shared a home and bed, laughter- and LIFE - with for years... how strange it is to not be allowed to touch their face absent-mindedly... this was not our usual cigarette break, where he would tell me to have a nice day and i would tell him i'd see him at home later.
the part that hurts is to think that my best friend will some day be a stranger to me.
that... that part hurts.