Bravery

In Harry Potter, three kids grow through seven years of friendship,
of trials and tests and almost death,
together. they grow to love each other as they grow into adulthood together.
Seven years.
Their story is like an exaggerated, amplified version of the life we've lived as friends.
You, me, him, and them. The five of us, put together one at a time.
Starting with you and me.
And two years later the five of us had all officially met, as kids.
And since then we've grown to love each other... as we grew into adulthood together.
We're the kind of friends that are always associated with each other.
We've tumbled through everything together, the hard times and the bad.
Had an unspoken pact to always be there for each other.
Understood each other in ways nobody else could.
"Because I've known you for six years. I know you better than you know yourself."
We've been through everything together.
Now, one of us is already gone.
One of us leaves in a week.
Only two of us are staying for sure.
That's the biggest difference between us and Harry Potter. The epilogue, nineteen years later and they're all fricken married together and next door neighbors and their kids are going to school together.
We're barely adults and we're all leaving each other.
I may be brave enough for a lot of things,
but it's hard to be brave enough for this.