Apr 2018
I don't know what to say
For there is not a single way
That I could make you stay
Everything is ending
But is anything beginning
What is worth my spending
I wrote you so that you'd know
That this has a chance to grow
Into a friendship we must sow
So I sit here writing, scheming
Awake but somehow dreaming
That nobody is leaving
That I am not alone.
For there is not a single way
That I could make you stay
Everything is ending
But is anything beginning
What is worth my spending
I wrote you so that you'd know
That this has a chance to grow
Into a friendship we must sow
So I sit here writing, scheming
Awake but somehow dreaming
That nobody is leaving
That I am not alone.
Just a stupid reflection on things ending. And they are all ending so fast. This semester, therapy, and my weekly meeting with the Seminarians. I actually wrote Andrew (the main seminarian who I connected with) so that we could continue talking. He is a good listener and, well I didn't want him to go too. I am actually having a really hard time saying goodbye to my therapist, Scott, whom I love. Anyways. Idk why I decided to make a note on this
