It just sucks that after everything, he’s still leaving.
After everything, he still is sure that home is a place, and not an idea.
I don’t know how to take this because, if he truly loves me, wouldn’t I be his home?
But no, I have to stop being selfish.
This is something he has to do.
If he isn’t ready, then I have to be.
For the both of us.
I just keep thinking.
Over and Over.
"Are we even going to make it?"
"We can’t even last three days without arguing when we’re apart."
"Seven Years. Seven fucking years."
Another seven years.
All I wanted was for us to live together and be happy.
Finally enjoy each other’s company and just be around each other.
But, I guess not.
I guess it’s just his dreams.
Well, I have mine.
Goodbye, my love.