You all have touched my life in many ways.
Perhaps it started when you first offered me a seat back in eighth grade.
I was awkward, shy, I didn't want to fuck things up.
But I had nowhere to go.
Despite this, you still welcomed me, without hesitation.
Through the years, I grew more and more comfortable with you all.
You brought out the person that I truly was.
You made me forget about the expectations that others held for me.
I was just myself, no gimmicks.
A few short months separate us from a great adieu.
You will all do great things, you will explore new ideas, discovering yourselves along the way.
I am happy for you all as i care very deeply about all of you.
However, I am still saddened by this upcoming event.
I will remain.
I will reflect the moments you gifted me.
We will likely never see eachother again.
I will fade more and more from your memories.
I will not pretend that this fact doesn't kill me, but I will accept that it will happen.
All I ask is that you try to prevent this as long as possible.
Remember your senior year MORP date.
Remember your yearbook comrade.
Remember the ranter.