He had been my closest friend for so long now. There were barely any days I could recall that didn't have some small part of him in them. I didn't really know what I would do without him around, I had naively forgotten in all my happiness, that moving away would mean leaving him behind. We had always said we would leave together, escape from this dull reality. We'll go anywhere we like, he told me. It would always be okay as long as we had each other. That was always the plan. Now a harsh reality had been pushed upon me. I knew my future was there, and there was nothing I could do to change that, even if I did so wish to. I began to reminisce over the many summers spent hiding away from the world, creeping carefully down the streams and through the forests. The long hot days spent laying in between the long strands of barley in the fields behind my garden. I would never let go of those memories. The cold nights in winter we spent together, drinking hot chocolate and playing in the snow like small children. We had such fun together. His friendship was something special and rare, in him I found a second self. I knew that was irreplaceable. As I stand now, saying my goodbyes, these memories float painfully inside my mind. I look him in the eye once more, and the tears begin to flow. I hate crying, and he never cries. He's so strong. I grab him in one final embrace and I'm proud to feel him squeezing me tighter. As I step back once more, I almost gasp, wiping a tear from my cheek. He copies my motion as he too has been reduced to tears. He smiled through his tears and mouths one last good luck, and then I turn and leave, my head spinning with emotion. He is my closest friend. He gives me strength. He is truly irreplaceable.
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