September 10, 2016
21 days. It would be easier if I hated you. But I don't and I can't find a reason to. I've tried and looked, yes. I seem so petty, I know. I lied, I don't think you'd take all this in stride. Of course, you would feel something. Maybe confusion. Or it can be that you've felt this coming and you were just choosing to be quiet. I don't know with you sometimes, and that's one thing I love about you. You keep some cards close. You don't give all, just enough. You're strong in the ways that I'm not.