how could you leave me
when I'm the one waiting?
how could you abandon me
when I'm the one hurting?
I have been holding our memories,
every chapter, every save of our journey I was holding.
Are thirteen years — fifty-two seasons — not enough?
For you to stay?
For you to wait?
But I guess you're still leaving,
and I'm still holding, still waiting for just a glimpse.
And knowing that I'm going to love you, even with your shadow.