Nov 08, 2012 15:25
I can not believe I'm moving for good. I keep going places, and not caring when I come back. But this time all the drawers are empty, the packs of cigarettes over the years are being thrown away. My bed will be missed.
I remember Piedmont Park like it was yesterday.
I remember listening to Bob Dylan in the car with you the first time.
I remember looking out of his apartment window one night, overlooking the city.
I remember these things with these boys, these important guys in my life.
And it's all being erased, everything. Im throwing it away as I type.
It's sad. It's amazing. The greyhound for 23 hours. Should be interesting. I'm glad I like someone so much that I would risk so much for them. It's also really scary at the same time. Oh my god, Omaha in the winter is going to be horrible.
This is for the one who said I never wrote in my LJ.
_Sarah Elizabeth