A better life

A week ago, my closest friend told me he is moving to another country because life would be better there. I remember feeling hurt the moment he told me that, but he looked so excited about the news I couldn't let him know I didn't want him to leave. Later that night, on my way home I cried thinking about how much I wanted him to stay, and being afraid of being lonely without him around, which made me feel bad, cause I was making it all about me and what I am about to lose rather than concentrating on him and all he gonna gain. We talked about keeping in contact, and spending as much time together as we can, it's been a week since then, and right now he is right next to me asleep...