The group of boxes were being loaded into the truck. I had half an hour, before we left. We were moving across the country, and I had to leave everyone I knew. And I had to leave Tim, my best friend. We were friends since first grade, and were almost inseparable, almost. The time had come for me to take my leave, and I didn’t want to accept the truth. I wanted to stay where I was, in my little bubble in that little town.
When Tim walked up, we greeted each other with our secret handshake. Then, Tim slowly said, “So, I guess this is it, huh?
Slowly chuckling, I responded, “I guess so. I’m going to really miss you Tim.”
“Yeah, me too,” Tim replied with tears in his eyes, “you were a really good friend.”
“Bobby! We have to go now!” My mom yelled.
Turning back towards Tim, I broke down. Crying, I hugged him and ran off, the pain of leaving a loved one ripping my insides into pieces.
Later that day, while I was in the car, pondering, I came to a realization. One can never move forward in life without pain. Nothing new and wonderful will come easy, and I need to make sacrifices. In this case, I needed to endure the pain of leaving Tim and all my other friends in order to move forward. Of course I could still contact him over the internet, but nothing would be the same. But to move forward, I had to endure that. And he had to endure it too, but we would both become new people, amazing people.