They Wander Around Outside.
I've never been good at good-byes. I never cry, I just smile, confident in the fact that I will see you again.
Only once did I really break down, I was sure it was over.
I'm not so sure any more. He could be working everything out, to find me again. But, the chances of that are so slim.
And, God. I shouldn't care any more, but how do you erase that?