Before I leave...
I hate the fact that you didn't call or stop by and say, "hey how are you today." It isn't that you widely impact my day but in the slightest way you do. From the sound of a car or walking in my house I am reminded of you. It isn't that I love you or am infatuated with you, well... Why do I feel like this? I hate that you make me feel like this. I don't need you, I can do it myself, yet still, when you are not around I occupy myself enough not to think about you. I blame you because these feelings would not have existed if you had not been present. You're still here, and even though you're here, you're not. I try to hold on to you, but you vanish with the wind, leaving me with nothing. What should I do now that our journey has come to an end? They say to move on, but they forget how difficult it is to do so. I know what I have to do, yet it's so difficult because I don't want to leave; please, before you leave, give me one last kiss and t...