You don’t get to leave and say you’ll miss me, kiss me while we cry and say our last goodbyes before the next time we meet which we don’t know when. You don’t get to leave and send me texts which show that you miss me and then just disappear like that. You don’t get to leave and say you will still call but not do so because still love each other.
You don’t get to leave. You don’t get to leave me.
But I let you anyhow.
