I start my trek from Maine to Tennessee. I have made no plans for this trip. All I have is a Subaru full of camping equipment, an atlas, my best friend, two Bonnaroo wristbands, and some Southern Comfort. I am ready for anything, show me all you’ve got eastern seaboard. I’m about to have a real funky time.
I guess that’s it isn’t it. You were my best friend for a while, I loved you for another while. But now that’s all gone. You let your age and naivety come in between us, you chose her over me for reasons that you’ll soon regret. I hope she makes you happy. I really do, because you deserve every happiness. But not the fake happiness that you’re feeling now, no I’m not talking about lust. I hope she can make you happy the way I know I made you happy. I hope she can make you laugh, I hope she can teach you, I hope she can make you a better person; because you’ll never get those things from me again. No, you made your choice. But see you’ve tried that option already and it didn’t get you anywhere except back to me, like it always does. This time though, when she won’t put out, I will be so fucking far away. I will not be your fall back anymore. I’m gone. Your loss. Thank you for making this easy for me.
xoxo L.M.A
