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  • "Can we still be friends?", I asked him.
    "Of course! We'll make it work."

    Cosmin is my bestie. He got back in town yesterday.
    We were roommates in first-year and housemates in second year with our bedrooms right next to each others and I had all of my classes with him.

    This is the first year in three that we won't be living in the same room or with a thin wall between us.
    You know, sometimes you have these friends that are worth fighting for. Just like dreams or hopes.

    When you let them slip, you lose a part of you.
    Sometimes you need to lose these parts to realize how valuable they really were.

    But it feels to me what an amputation of a limb would feel like.
    I have a lot of trouble letting go. But we'll make it work, I hope.
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