When your eyes will tear up at the slightest provocation.
When your heart will be full, and your home empty, abandoned in favor of more meaningful places.
When every moment will be treasured, grasped at, held on to tightly, never to let go of.
When "I'll miss you" will be the word on every lip.
When fevered promises to stay in touch will be made, everywhere, from everyone, to everyone.
When every song will take you back.
When every memory will be recalled.
When a life will end, and a new one begin.
There will always be a time.
When things will change.
~Sam
When your heart will be full, and your home empty, abandoned in favor of more meaningful places.
When every moment will be treasured, grasped at, held on to tightly, never to let go of.
When "I'll miss you" will be the word on every lip.
When fevered promises to stay in touch will be made, everywhere, from everyone, to everyone.
When every song will take you back.
When every memory will be recalled.
When a life will end, and a new one begin.
There will always be a time.
When things will change.
~Sam
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