the parting (2)

our friendship began when we met in elements. And now you are leaving to find your home, so here we are parting our worlds into yours and mine. Nothing is wrong with that, you are a wonderful person in my eyes. Its just, I'm always amaze at how subjective the definition for "home" is. 

divide the stuff in life into parts, is an act of separating, aka parting (things).

Parting yesterday and today (or the future) with a warm hand shake, I was anxious but now I am thankful. 

Parting yesterday and today with a warm hug, I was busy but now I am generous. (Well, at least for couple hours. )

Parting yesterday and today with a warm fair well, I was young but now I have grown. 

Onwards. I know one day our ideas of home will collide, where you and I drink lemonade under one roof. 

Don't thank me for the hardwork I poured in for this friendship, because you donate more patients than I donate my hardwork. It's you I need to thank for. 

At the parting, we wrap up this relationship, and begin a different one tomorrow.