avventura

Words fail at parting moments; when a habitual see-you-soon cannot be uttered. For soon it won't be; it can't be. We lie to ourselves and let it escape our lips anyway, stammering I-love-you's, good-lucks and those see-you-soon's. Emotions stir. Happiness and sadness merge, and our hearts traverse untraveled territory for a time. Tears slide down cheeks, leaving tracks which sting. A story is brought back into memory's view by tellers around the table and smiles curl across faces. Excitement dances amid sentiment when final hugs are given (again) and envelopes are passed from one hand to another. Then, the door shuts and the night is still.

There cannot be progress without change and sometimes change means parting ways and uttering false see-you-soon's, fingers crossed it goes faster than anticipated.

Ciao. Ti amo, A.