For about the millionth time, I wish I was talented with words. But sadly I'm not, so I'll just say, it won't be the same, and we'll all miss you. I hope you find what you're looking for, if it were possible, I'd be off finding myself right now, so if anyone happens to see me- give me a shout, yeah? (Sorry, that was dumb.)
Ok, classic me, I've stolen a poem. It doesn't make much sense, but here it is anyway;
Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken (1916)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, |
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Now that I read it properly, that actually makes
no sense. Ach well, am a sucker for poetry.
Well, we love you and will miss you Nil.