Simply.
I expected this "branch" in the road, if you will, months ago.
Three months ago when I chose to come here I expected to lose out and be cut off.
Three months is a long time.
Much longer than I expected.
I don't suppose I should be mad... if I was prepared for it. I think I just forgot for a minute..
But -- thank you. I feel like pieces of me are on your walls and part of your life. Perhaps it will remind you of me as we part ways -- again.
I hate when I am right.
No comments:
Post a Comment