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I have a friend, a female comic artist. I have many friends, but she alone stands out.

Anne is funny, kind, generous, and the kind of person that I would very much like to be. I am not perfect, nor is she, but humans have the inexorable habit of idolizing others, and I am no exception.

Anne and I used to be quite close; I had four classes with her last year, including lunch with a pack full of other friends. We sat together, she and I discussed the plot of her webcomic. We went over dialogue, sentence structure, various devices a writer has at their disposal.

Yet...this year she and I have barely exchanged two words. We see each other in the hallways, possibly for a few seconds in the morning. Previous, I knew little about the amazing blonde who could make everyone laugh. I didn't know where she lived, what kind of pets she had, who her parents were. What her hopes were. What her dreams were. I found that out last year.

The end of an era.

I understand things come to an end. I know this, intrinsically I've always known it. But I treat people as ... I cannot keep contact. And I cannot stand the fact that this girl had faded into a memory. There are others. David, from summer camp, that amazing boy who took away my shame. Hannah, closer than I'd known. Patrick...Patrick was gone before I knew him.

And these are just names to me now, names attached to memories, no longer people, but concepts, images, songs. And once I finish school, people like Anne will join them.

David...who took away my shame. I weep to think that it ended so quickly.

"I don't know what to do, about this dream and you,
We'll make this dream come true."