It's always hard to say goodbye to someone you care about. The goodbye may not be permanent, and you know it. You'll see each other again. You'll always call. You can Skype, FaceTime, or whatever social networks permits us to do these days. You'll always be able to see each other again, anticipating the other's return during semester breaks, holidays, you name it. You know it. The goodbye's not permanent.

But in that moment, that goodbye is the most real thing you'll have to experience. Suddenly, in your head, a phone call's not enough. Skype is never good enough, neither is FaceTime and everything else. The other person just can't come home fast enough. Your eyes start to well up.

As if that's not bad enough, the memory kicks in. The first time you met. How you became friends. The jokes throughout the years. Everything you've been through together. The good times you've always had. The bad times when no one was around. When you had no one else but them. How everyone turned their backs on you, but there that person was. The only one who held their arms wide open. For you. So maybe the friendship was an accident. Yeah, so what? It turned out beautiful, didn't it? Your backbone, your shoulder to lean on, your ears, occasionally eyes, your soulmate, your best friend. Your eyes can't hold no more. As you hold that person in your arms, your tears just flow. Beautiful tears, they are. Sacred pearls from your eyes. As you hold that person in your arms, you realize, it's really happening. This goodbye is really happening. In a matter of hours, what used to be a mere 10 minutes apart from each other, changes to a whole 15 hours away from each other. Different continents away from each other, thousands of miles apart from one another.

It's hard. It really is. It's always hard to say goodbye to someone you care about. The goodbye may not be permanent, and you know it. You'll see each other again. You'll always call. You can Skype, FaceTime, or whatever social networks permits us to do these days. You'll always be able to see each other again, anticipating the other's return during semester breaks, holidays, you name it. You know it. The goodbye's not permanent. But in that moment, it sure feels like it. So permanent, that it'll leave a scar. So permanent that it feels like you won't see them anymore. But, it really isn't. It's not permanent. It almost always never is.