If we had to say goodbye, what then?

The thought fills me with apprehension.

When we do finally say goodbye, this is how I think it will be.

The sun will be setting, the sunset's hues will be so soft as though a mere painting with the sole purpose of setting the melancholy scene.

Like that painting, we will feel surreal. Or at least I will, for you were always much better at accepting reality than me.

I think I will cry, though I will be happy for you. The tender emotions will reflect the soft pinks and purples, a heart-breaking vortex of emotions and pastel rainbows in the sky.

The moment will be one of confidence, a purely glorious moment of the beginning of an adventure. Just like the oranges and yellows, the warmth, of the setting sun, we are on our way out. We will escape, because we have to, not so much that we want to. Things can't stay the same forever after all. Like always we will laugh, embrace the melancholy and resolve our feelings with the setting of the sun.

"It's time to stop living in shadows and cast our own." one of us will say. Whether those are the words we choose or they are more mundane, the importance of the moment will be mutually understood.

Mutually understood as they always were, we often shared opinions and musings during our precious days of youth. How wonderful was it to talk in circles with you, about nothing and everything at once, our conversations revolving like the earth around the sun, counting down the time that was forever slipping away.

How precious was it to spend my youth with you?

"We'll meet again." I will most definitely say. We will promise to write, to keep in touch all our days. How I hope now, and then, and before, that this is the truth. The days would be darker and sadder if not for you.

The sun is setting now, the end is drawing near. We are on hug number three, and I have most certainly begun to cry.  Like the sun we realize that our youth is now over, now is our only chance to spread our wings and fly.

The time has come to say goodbye.

We hug once more and wish each other luck. With a simple "See ya" we will part ways. The sun now gone our journeys will start.

The years will pass like sand through our once tiny fists. We will keep in touch, hopefully, or our connections will die as quickly as the time. I hope, oh how I hope that day won't really be goodbye.

"I love you"

That is what as best friends we always say.

We mean it, oh how I mean it. That love will never fade.

So until we part, let's embrace this time.

Cherish it.

Enjoy every moment before and as it fades.

I love you. That love can never be erased.

I love you, we will always and forever be one and the same.