Missing You

I used to hate saying goodbye. When I was really little, I used to cry myself to sleep at night just at the thought of losing someone, anyone. I hated changes, I always wondered why things couldn't just stay the same.
My friends and I, as little munch-kins, we made a promise on someone's trampoline that we would never change, unless it was for the better, and that we'd still be the best of friends. Now that I'm older, I've come to realize that changes are a part of life. Sometimes I think that if I could hold on and never let go, things will always remain as it always does. Unfortunately, no matter how much I wish that may be true at times, that's not the case. Changing can be good, it's a part of life. Even though it's scary, even though it could cause so much pain, no matter how terrifying or horrible it is, we can overcome it. Remember, God won't give us something that we can't handle. He gave all of this to us because he knew that it was time. He knew that we were ready, and He knew that we can handle it. Soon, all my friends and I will be going off to college. No matter how much we say that we'll keep in touch, I can't help but feel that I may never see some people again. Although, I do believe that when the time comes, our paths will cross once again. Plus, there's Facebook, and all of those other social networking sights that make keeping in touch a whole lot easier. As for those who are in another world now, I know they're in a much better place, because they're finally home. Even though I can't see them now, even though I fear that they are gone forever, I know that they're not. They're here, with me, in my heart.
I only have one semester left. I'm not saying that I'm not scared, because I am. However, I no longer dread the fact that time passes by. I've come to accept it. So far, I think I might like this semester...but I didn't realize how much I truly miss last semester. It's because of the people. No more crazy, bubbly conversations with everyone. No more familiarity and sense of security. At lunch now, I just sit down quietly, and that's it. I have no secure spot at the lunch table, and most of the people who made lunch fun for me are no longer there. I guess I can get used to it though, I can adapt, it's just that I miss it.