This is it. I'm leaving tomorrow.
You and I, we're two of a kind... In most everything, it seems. Even in parting ways. Throughout the course of this thing we've had going, I've pieced most all of the puzzle that is you, together.
I've learned many things about you and never in my 20 years have I encountered a spirit so similar to my own. We're the type to move on fast when it comes to people leaving our lives. We take the hit hard, but stand up straight and put on a strong face until the ache subsides...
Once I leave, we won't see each other for three months. Going to different schools in our respective corners of Ohio; starting a new life, we're bound to get over this small thing we have now. If we meet again it will be through happenstance.
Tonight is all that's left. We may as well enjoy it while we can, but the goodbye-- the final goodbye while we still feel this way... I fear time is moving too fast. You'll be here soon. I must go.
Forgive me, hunter. I brought this on us both.
9:27 p.m. - 2009-08-07
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