People come and go, I know. This isn’t about me wanting you to stay, no. I want you to go already. I want you to find somebody else now, go shove it in my face and then never come back, for that, I think, would be a lot easier for me. Because the fact that we’re just here only stabs me with the idea of us being just an “almost”, and how everything can be so close, yet so far. Your presence just makes me think of how fragile my faith is to the idea of not wanting you again, of how a single smile or a blank stare could challenge what I want myself to believe.