I won’t be here forever and until then you’ll pretend you don’t care. But when I leave, you will realize why the name hurricanes after people. You will realize that I was the ocean and you are a sandcastle swept away by the sea. You’ll realize I was the best disaster that knocked you to the ground. You’ll understand that weird feeling you got when I was around wasn’t guilt. It was the wind being knocked out of you, and you’ve never felt the same way since. You’ll finally realize that lying on the ground, unable to breathe was the happiest you ever were. You’ll see that I was the sun and you are the moon and together we made a beautiful eclipse. And when you realize that, I’ll be gone. And it’ll be too late.