Today I went to the zoo with my little buddy.
We played all day long, very nice to be outside, in touch with my first-grade side. We played in the sun, and made wishes in a tree.
We made a wish to have the power to see fairies, and so we wrote a note and hung in in a fir tree.
She said she'd miss me tons, and gave me the sweetest hug. I can't wait to see her again before I graduate.
I love my little buddy...
but I hate getting nostalgic.
Why is everything always so bittersweet? Why are sweet things often bitter at the end? Why can't I just graduate and be happy, why do I have to feel sad?