September 24, 2016
7 days. This new haircut's really messing with me. You seem a lot happier these days. At dinner, I caught you staring at me with that mischievous stare of yours. Asked you what was up and you just shrugged. You'd be fine without me, yes? I feel like we're in a movie and it's about to end. Realizations are being made but also new discoveries are surfacing. I'm racing against time trying to get to know this new you. I'm falling in love all over again. I don't want to leave. But I have to. End scene. Fade to black.