/Why do people have to leave? →→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→

It just hit me. Six workmates are going home tomorrow. Two are not coming back, others may or may not.

I got a hug from one of them this morning. I started thinking maybe this will be the last time i'll see her and i started to choke.

Why do they have to spend time with me and leave? There will be no more lazy afternoons spent watching anything(decent). No more threats of them raiding my house anytime they want.

I will miss you!

I just hope that this is true... that "Some people do come back."