You're not even
gone yet, and already I'm
crying.
I've been crying
off and on all summer -
but today the most.
Tomorrow, there will be more, though,
When you leave.
I love you.
I look up to you, and I would do anything for you.
I wouldn't do anything you told me was wrong.
I find comfort in your words,
and your skills
amaze me.
When you're not here, there will be no more
talking late into the night in the privacy of your room,
or coming home from school to watch "The Colin Show",
or getting the center of the conversation
by talking the loudest,
after
tomorrow.
Yes, you'll still be around,
still be
online, visit home when you can,
but it won't be the same.
And I guess that's what
bothers me.
Everything changes.
Nothing stays the same.
And I don't want to
accept that.
Tomorrow, when we see you off,
I already feel the
tears forming.
Yes, I'm happy for you -
I want you to
succeed -
but I just don't like
change.
And
I'll miss you.
Thank you for everything you've taught me about life.
I will always remember growing up together
and all the times we had.
Now, let's just sit, and
enjoy
these last few moments you're here
and
I'll try to be happy
until
tomorrow.