Our farewells are just see you laters.

So many times in the past I've had to say farewell, and a few unfortunate times I knew it was really goodbye. It never got any easier.

I can't really pinpoint the proper word for it, but I know the first time I felt it was the last few days before we all left for college and university, the first time the posse was ever going to be forced apart for any real length of time.

Everyone told me that this was where things would change; We'd make new friends and drift into different paths. Like most people do, I argued profusely on the contrary, if there was anything I was certain of, it was that would never happen.

College came and went, and we all reunited that summer. Things were the same as before, and I was relieved that, so far, everyone was wrong. Then came time for people to return to school, and there it was, strong as the first time, that feeling again.

Most people went back to their studies, I went to work, and a few months later, I left for Europe. that feeling was the same, so was the intensity. I wished every single time it would get a little easier.

In Europe, I met some very beautiful people. People I cared for immensely, people I fell in love with, and those I felt like I'd know forever. In every case I had to say farewell, and in every case, that feeling, was there.

I remember it felt like a sickness, and in the midst of it, you wanted nothing more then for it to end. Now, years later, I look back on it and miss it in a kind of masochistic way. It isn't often you feel as alive and emotionally aware as you do when your vulnerable, and recently alone.

More years passed and more farewells occurred, and the feeling still didn’t change; until this weekend. I'm 26, I've been through travel and school, and work, and the rest of the posse has too, but we're just as tight as that last summer before high school. We just had another going away party, this one for Dave. He's headed back to Aussi for a while. That feeling? It isn't there!

You see, we've all left, often a few times, and we always come back. It doesn't matter where we are in the present, because we all know that eventually, we'll end up together again. Wherever we are together will always be where we belong.

There’s no need for farewells anymore, the posse has “see you laters”.