I'm not going to lie. I miss you. Probably more than I thought I would. It's not that I don't get to read about your life anymore, it's about not knowing the person you've become, the person we all knew you could be. Meeting new people and drawing inspiration from new situations has its moments, but sometimes it's the people from your past who matter the most. Going forward is hard enough, without constantly looking at the life you left behind. I'm already engulfed by my new surroundings. It's scary, but also kind of wonderful. So many opportunities, so many new doors I never thought I could enter. Yet there is one thing so obviously missing...
I'm doing it. I really am this time. Because as we've come to realise time and time again, it's now or never. Just like you said, life has a way of surprising us, a way of making us believe, a way of making us forgive. Tell me something, how far would you go, to change something from your past? To make it go away and change the reality of today. How far would you go, to say goodbye?
