don't know what to do when you leave. do I wait for you to come back? do I just move on with my life? how do I move on with my life? there's just so much I've gotta ask...

poetry isn't my strong point, as I'm sure you know. Art isn't either, as you can see.

If there's one thing I should be good at, what should it be?

guh, aside from that stuff, I really enjoyed our time together, and I'll never forget it, even after a million years... but I'm not sure i'm ready for it to end.

on one side of the coin, we can both focus on our education, getting a job when the time comes, becoming successful and all of that stuff.

The other side of the coin, I don't know if i can live the rest of my life without you. I'll probably end up becoming a pretty good artist, just because I want to, but there's a reason no one's heard of a happy artist.

maybe it's the distance between us. you said you need someone who can be right there for you, yeah? a few thousand miles are keeping me from being that person, and I can't go through em, because, well, I'm not an adult.

maybe one day, we can finally watch that show you told me about together. y'know, the one that starts with an M?

I love you, and I'll miss you.