Another excerpt from what I’m working on. This one just stuck out to me…
My heart is heavy with a decision I made on a whim. I didn’t realize that saying goodbye to this place would be saying goodbye to my history here. The past doesn’t come with us, not when every one of us has vacated the place; with both you and I gone now, how did we possibly spend years here? That time is simply gone now, without anyone to walk down those once familiar streets and remember it.
