No no no, but the BEST thing is seeing people repeatedly. Meeting up with old friends, lifelong friends, and saying 'see you next year' is rubbish. It hurts; a knife with two blades and no handle.
Saying 'see you on Wednesday' or whatever is bliss. It postpones the inevitable. It means we can pretend, for a week or so, that we are always here, that we are part of the whole, that we are not distant, not lost, not gone.
The best of times are stolen times: moments of serendipity snatched from weightier duties.
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