How could I forget you?
This is the last time you’ll see me here, but some part of me is frantic about probably never seeing you after this. I could hardly give anyone a logical reason why.
How could I possibly tell you I won’t be here anymore?
But you were the one who reassured me–you’d remember me.
And for some odd reason, I actually felt like I was in Atlanta again, but the only difference is…
We’re not 800 miles apart.