I don’t know if I’m ready to say goodbye just yet.
I can’t tell you how bad I really feel. This is supposed to be easy and I shouldn’t be worrying about anything else. But if I am doing the right thing, why does it feel so heavy on me? Why am I already missing you when I haven’t even left?
It’s been so long since I’ve been comfortable and when I finally get to have it again, in a very short time, I’m off to the door. It seems it came too late and was ending so soon. Things will definitely change. Something I could not tell myself without feeling a little pinch. I would like to tell you the whole story. Why I want to hold on to you. Why somehow you made me happy. How things became easy even if I’m in a middle of a storm.
But that would be saying too much.