I Miss My Friend

It's weird. She's not gone yet, but I miss her already. I can't even imagine how much it's going to hurt when she's actually gone. I tell myself to be happy for her, but it doesn't make the pain stop. Sometimes, all I can do to deal with it is get high and listen to "See you again". I plan to tell her I love her before she goes, so if nothing else, she'll at least know the truth. I know that this won't be the last time I see her, and I know it's not that far, but I'm still worried that we're going to drift apart. When she goes, I'm probably going to get massively drunk and stay out all night. I don't want to be around my shit-ass parents when she's not there to contain the worse parts of my nature. Some days, the only thing that gives me enough hope to get through the day is that vague, persistent conviction at the back of my mind that we're somehow meant for eachother. No loving god would allow something so beautiful to be torn apart so easily. I'm sure we'll meet again some day, but for now, I'm dreading seeing her go.