i hate when the end of books make me feel like ive lost a companion. dammit.

i was sifting through facebook earlier and thought to myself,
will anna levina, ashanti allison, kyle bialko, and myself ever be in the same room at the same time again?
who knows.
but i would like it.
and then i add other people, the list goes on.
how are these people actually doing?
such a strange mix of a different time.

WHO KNOWS who knows.
but its nice to think about every once in awhile.