a letter to a certain someone, supposedly moving to another country.

I write to you as i have for the past year, thinking of how to pass the time, thinking of ways to make my words rhyme. i'll be falling short i fear, as i watch the plane disappear. my thoughts are not yet complete, and i'm afraid they'll never be..

i'm not usually good with goodbyes, neither am i with telling lies. standing at the terminal a few moments ago, trying to hold on to every last minute, with my soul screaming for you to not go, eventhough... i know that you want to leave, and who am i to stop you.

And as you climb up into the sky, i want to thank your fear of heights, because you won't be looking down to see me cry.

i know when you were leaving i smiled, but on the inside i felt like a child, lost in the mall, i felt so small. i wanted to beg you not to forget me.

At our last goodbye, i tried thinking of what to say but nothing came out, it's like i've lost the ability to speak or maybe it's the amount of thoughts making me weak. i wanted to wish you luck for everything to come, you're starting a new life, flipping a new page. i'm really hoping it'll be fun, you're already past the most difficult stage. but if it isn't.. you'll always have a place to come back to. 

I wanted to tell you to stay but i couldn't stand in your way, so go. go live out your dreams, and as hard as it seems, go without me, leave, be free, you'll always be everywhere i look, in whatever i see. and even if after a while you forget my name, for me, you'll always be the same, the little light that gave me enough strength to fight. even with you gone, i know i'm not alone, you'll always be with me...

well, anyway, have a safe flight, and text me when you get there, i'll stay awake late tonight. take care.