Friday night, like every Friday night, I found myself sitting inside Fées Maison with Ben and Ge. Only this week marked the end of our Friday nights together.
And so we exchanged gifts to remember each other by. I brought them a textured silver Zippo lighter, something I knew they would use often. They gave me a "Dictionnaire des mots rares et précieux" because of my love of words. Both were perfect.
Then we began talking of wars and translations and all the sorts of things that beer renders suddenly important. At one point Ge and I went to the bathroom together. She said that she is really going to miss me.
I told her that I would miss her as well but that I was sure I would see her in the future. And as I said this, I realized it was true.
With me "I'll miss you" and "We'll stay in touch" tend to be hollow pleasantries rather than genuine sentiment. But with Ge the words are all real. The promises to write and talk will be upheld, of this I've no doubt, even though to me Fées is nothing more than a memory and a place I will probably never see again.
Realities are like this, bittersweet.
And so we exchanged gifts to remember each other by. I brought them a textured silver Zippo lighter, something I knew they would use often. They gave me a "Dictionnaire des mots rares et précieux" because of my love of words. Both were perfect.
Then we began talking of wars and translations and all the sorts of things that beer renders suddenly important. At one point Ge and I went to the bathroom together. She said that she is really going to miss me.
I told her that I would miss her as well but that I was sure I would see her in the future. And as I said this, I realized it was true.
With me "I'll miss you" and "We'll stay in touch" tend to be hollow pleasantries rather than genuine sentiment. But with Ge the words are all real. The promises to write and talk will be upheld, of this I've no doubt, even though to me Fées is nothing more than a memory and a place I will probably never see again.
Realities are like this, bittersweet.
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