Please don’t read this.
It will hurt us a lot.
But I don’t feel like making up my hair, I don’t know if I want to look beautiful, cause for some weird reason, I know what choice you will take, and I know it isn’t me. I don’t want to give up on what I have. You’ve lost them once. I´ve lost you hundreds of times, and I always took you back. But for the first time I have something that I like that isn’t you. I could have both, but you would have to give them up . But I have the worst choices ever.
I would need to give up this place, or give up on you, and I´ve never gave up on any of it.
I don´t want to study my ass off, so I can “maybe” go back to a city I don´t like. But I’m not up to loosing you.
So please, come to me, be with me here. Please.
"It’s not where you are that matters but the distance you traveled."