Apr 05, 2006 04:04
You're leaving. You're moving on with your life. You'll be graduating and heading off to grad school. I'm really happy for you. I know this is what you want and you deserve it... but I love you. I need you here with me. We've found comfort in each other and this is what we want. This is what love is. I have no right to ask you to stay here, but I'm making pleas to you every second I'm awake. I know the finish line is coming, but I'm not done running the race. I'm reaching out to grab your open palm and pull you off the track with me. We'll make a detour to somewhere else. Somewhere that will take both of us to that glorious finish line and beyond. But you've worked so hard to get this far. I don't even know why I'm bothering you with stupid questions. I understand how you feel about getting out of here, but at the same time there will be distance. I already have a hard enough time sleeping alone when we're apart now. I don't know what else to say right now.