Broken Compass

She'll leave far away soon, back home and 15 hours away. I don't know what I'll do with myself, by myself. This change isn't good and definitely doesn't come at a good time. I hope this isn't the last time I see her.

I cried for the first time in a long while today. Why? Because it's easier to let your heart go with those who leave far away than to keep it with those who are near but act as if they're gone. I guess some tears are more valuable than others. So is a heart that's been split in two.

You're not someone I ever want to say goodbye to. Countless times I've done that, but I never really did mind. I guess nothing had ever shaken me quite as yourself, and damn, have I had a shaken life so far. Our impact is different on each other I guess, and that's understandable. We both have our stories, our ways of thinking and our ways of living. But I never want to say goodbye to you. The thought of it terrifies me. I don't even want to think of what my life would be without you now. You bring me joy, a sense of duty, and cheesy as it sounds, light into my life. You know I'd give even my last drop of blood for you. I wish you'd understand what that means, though.