To sorrow and to tomorrow- they are the dear friends of partition.

There is something almost cathartic about parting, if even for the slightest of moments. The pent up emotions we all hold inside of us are finally released, like steam bursting forth from a tea kettle. For the slightest of moments we may be afraid that this distance forged between us may be too much. For the slightest of moments we aren't sure what to do about leaving, other than to try and be sentimental. And, as we awkwardly hug each other good-bye, we make promises. So continues the folly of youth, but it is nonetheless appreciated by both parties. The times we have shared together suddenly rush through our respective minds and sundry bittersweet chuckles fill the air. Finally, it is time for one of us to go. It is an ordinary moment as we watch her leave. It is time for us to go back to a life that is oft forgotten during this current journey in our lives. We must return to that paradigm that is young adult-hood; caught in between the limitations of youth and the responsibilities of the real world. And, so, as each of us leaves this place, a peculiar longing wells within us. We don't necessarily wish to stay, but going leaves a strange taste in our mouths. Yet, we keep driving away until there is nothing but traffic in our rear-view mirrors.