The emotional impact of this recent travesty hasn't hit me as hard as I thought it would, perhaps due to some combination of denial and stubborn pretense or the thought at any second things will be back to normal. Everybody will come to their senses and we'll hang out everyday like we used to. Make spontaneous trips to beautiful cities. Yell at one another when things don't go our way and scream with shouting joy when they do.
Checkin' my phone every minute just to hear one bit of good news, but staying supportive through the bad. Our friends will all make fun of us but it's cause they lack the necessary toughness it takes to do the things we deal with. Things won't be perfect, they never are, they can't be. You just can't win every battle. Until that time when things are back to normal and we're seeing each other on daily basis, the only thing I can do is hope.
Checkin' my phone every minute just to hear one bit of good news, but staying supportive through the bad. Our friends will all make fun of us but it's cause they lack the necessary toughness it takes to do the things we deal with. Things won't be perfect, they never are, they can't be. You just can't win every battle. Until that time when things are back to normal and we're seeing each other on daily basis, the only thing I can do is hope.
I miss you, hockey.
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