They always leave me.
Why? I don't know. Maybe I'm not enough. Maybe they're not contented. Who knows?
'Young man, I'll leave now. Take care, alright?'
'Where are you going, Dad?'
'I-I'm just going on a business trip. I promise I'll be back.'
'Okay, Dad.'
Funny, because he never came back.
For years, I pushed people away. I never wanted for them to go near me. Because I hated them. I hated people who break their promises. I hated people who leave without telling why.
I hate to say this but, I feared them. I had a phobia.
Thantophobia, the fear of losing someone you love
