...two very special people will be moving very far away.
If you've ever been through a traumatic experience, you surely have a handful of people who hold a special place in your heart because they helped you survive. I have five-two of which are leaving. We are more like family than friends. We're not as much a part of one another's daily lives anymore. But, we know that we can call on each other day or night. When they finally got engaged, they showed up at my door with champagne. When they gave birth to their beautiful baby, I was there. They are my family here.
Most of our memories together aren't the kind you would want to re-live. They involve him retrieving a gun for me and her running me a bath and letting me cry in her lap as I fell asleep on their sofa-more than once. They were my safe haven for more than a year.
I don't need that from them anymore, but I can't imagine not having them to fall back on. When they leave, there will certainly be a hole in my heart and in my life. The sad part is that no one really understands that like the three of us.