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What will we be?’
'I don’t know. Maybe we’ll just be us.’

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you'll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.

“I felt I should embrace him and tell him not to suffer; that he wasn’t alone, that I was his friend and we were living on the same planet, at the same time, in the same country; that now the two of us were in the same park, on the same bench; that human beings should talk to each other, be aware of each other, and love each other; that each man who passes by offers us the chance for companionship and warmth; and that some people’s indifference and disdain for others is a sin, the worst of all sins.”