Two of my best friends are leaving this city. I try my best to prolong any moment I might have with them, be it a text message, a hug, or an excuse to have another conversation--because, no matter how kindred of spirits you thought you were, distance always wins, and times like this will fade. It's like she said, in the end, you are dependent on yourself for inner strength, no matter how wonderful the people around you are. Dating is tragic, because in the beginning, you both have so much, so much to share, so much to be sleepless about, and you think you've found a kindred spirit, and for whatever small reasons you have to part, in the end all you lose is a friend. He said, but you have to pick and choose, you only have enough strength to play the nice guy. You have to choose like there's a playlist in front of you. You have to choose to nurture your relationships.