“The best day”

The final day was the best day.

I guess that’s how it goes.

You enjoy something but don’t know how much until it’s coming to an end.

I didn’t want to go.

I wanted to stay.


But it was time to get back to reality.

I had to go back home.

Not because I wanted.

But because people needed me there.

And I couldn’t just leave them.

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