Leaving this time was much easier than last time.
Although I left some very important people behind.
Ones that I love very much.
It was much easier to leave you this time.
To leave without all those feelings,
without all that hope.
It's always hard when they move on long before you,
but it has to happen eventually.
I'm glad I had the summer to realize my feelings,
and how unimportant everything about you was.
Last year everything was about you.
And this year, a little bit less.

<3