Today, I’m leaving.
Four years in these walls
and I’ve changed...
an amount of times I can’t even name.
Here, I fell
in love,
out of love,
into good, bad, crazy,
funny, cheesy.
I had sex here.
I made love here.
Not the same thing.
Never the same thing.
I laughed until my stomach hurt,
cried until I couldn’t breathe,
and lived what might be
the best years of my life so far.
And still,
something is pulling me back...
maybe the part of me
that refuses to die,
that just wants to remind me
who I was inside these walls.
But I’m ready.
Ready to meet the next me.
I close the door.
And somewhere in the silence
a new story starts
