It’s hard enough only seeing you on Wednesdays because we can’t have a full conversation without someone interrupting a billion times. Now you’re moving to Texas? At the beginning of next month? I hate this. Just when I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe I’m getting through to you, you have to leave. I miss you more than I can express. I wish I could do so many things differently. I wish you weren’t so pessimistic about things. Now, it’s not even worth trying to fix. You’ll go to Austin for 3 months and you might like it and want to go back. You might meet a girl and forget about me. I didn’t even get a second chance to show that things can change and now you’re leaving me completely. You say you wish you still loved me and that you didn’t want this to happen. Then why won’t you even try? I guess it doesn’t matter, though. I already feel completely lost without you. I don’t know what I’m going to feel when you’re really gone. I can’t just get in my car and drive halfway to your house and then turn back around because I know you won’t be happy. We’ll be over 1,000 miles apart. I won’t be able to do that. I already miss you so much. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to say it when you leave.
