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You will leave him as you leave the gates of highschool behind. As you step across that stage, back straight, head up, grinning in that shining way that doesn't wrinkle your nose or show unattractive amounts of your gums, you will change. Maybe it won't be noticeable, yet, but there'll be a little shift, as you shake the principal's hand, as your parents cry a little. You'll laugh over your special dinner, asking for the bread, and saying that really, you just don't feel any different. You'll spend that summer kissed by the sun and your boy, and on the cheeks by your friends, as you visit all the faux indie coffee shops that you love so well, playing guitar only fairly well, never remarking when a visit to any place is your last, because you live life too much to reflect like that. It's not like you can't visit. You two will be bathed in light, examining each other's shoulder blades, laughing as his fingers circle in the gentle, callused way they have. Then, after three month's leave, you'll pack up your new dorm furniture and leave. You have have a future to follow.

You're going to step into a new sunlight, a whole town full of new coffee shops and a different art gallery. Your life will be disgustingly literary, or perhaps literary-film. The kind of film that literary people like. Twenty-somethings who drink cheap wine and discuss expensive literature, or vise-versa. Those characters are based on the people who go to watch them, people who actually look for symbols in their films. You know, what did the use of light here mean? The olives were a symbol for his father. In short, everything you wanted from higher education.

There, you'll stay friends with him, but, really, long distance relationships never work out, and you don't want that right now. He will be devastated, and you will be very understanding. He'll call you at 12 am, looking to talk about nothing and everything, in the repetitive way that lovers have, but you'll be out, away from your dorm, maybe holding someone new. Logged on to AIM, he will be reborn every time the creaking door sound indicates that someone has signed on. Disappointed, he will pick up his bass guitar and toy with C# minor, trying to pour his soul into his art, and failing. After you're gone, he'll find that he feels he needs pot again, and will drown himself in a circle of social gatherings where you sit in a circle and the only thing he'll share with these people is inebriation, but that will be enough.