I’ve watched you walk away practically every single time we were leaving each others side. From the first date onward. I guess I was trying to hold on to an image of you because I didn’t know how long it was going to last. The image of a boy that seemed to come into my life so seamlessly. Well now the time has come and again I’m stuck this useless image of a lover now past. Past because this will be nothing but a distant memory. Not recorded in history books or in the stories you told your family, but a memory that remains in my heart (and yours as well I hope). Something that will forever get me is the security guard at the front of your building. One man saw an entire beginning and ending of a relationship and on the very last night at the very last moment he said something that made me laugh and cry at the same time “are you coming back?” No I’m not. I’m really not, and I tried to watch you walk away. You were gone too quickly.