Bye.
I guess I should be used to saying "goodbye" by now, but I'm just not. I'm the type of person that gets over attached to things and others. I just need to learn to let go, forget about those who left me, and stop chasing them. But sometimes we need people to chase after us, and deep down we want to be chased and brought back where we belong. Unless of course we run for miles and miles, by then we've had enough time to think everything through and if we don't come back we probably never will. But he ran and ran he's still not back. I miss him.
