One for me

But you can't leave she screamed; Not now, not ever. But I am I tell her, I'm getting out of here while I still can. Before I get to old to be useful anywhere else, before I get too old to work up my nerve. Before my dreams pass me by.

The irony of this whole situation I'm in right now is that these rolls where reversed but only a few months ago. It was me pleading and begging her to stay. Hoping I would have just a few more moments with her. But now, well that isn't the case.

I tell her that I've been here far too long. Done all the things I want to do in this place. I tell her, if I put down roots here in this place, I'm quite sure I will wither away to nothing. And there certainly is not a damn thing she, or anybody for that matter, can do to stop me.

This isn't fair, your heartless. Your the worst human being, I can't believe your doing this to me. She's throwing the most hurtful things now, pulling no punches. I know I only make things worse when I start to laugh. I ask her if I could only have a minute to say what I came here to say, then she can scream and cry and do whatever as much as her little heart wants.

I think to myself, It must seem shameful and awful of me, being as cold as i am. Maybe I am heartless now. But if I go back to how I was months ago, I'll never be able to leave here. Never live dreams and become crushed.

This isn't a story about mending fences. This isn't a story about sorrys and goodbyes. It's a story about the end of the beginning. A story about once chance, the last chance, to be completely honest with yourself. To be brutaly honest with everyone you've ever know.

This is your life story, and your the only one to blame for the plot. The only one to blame for how it's all gonna end.

So, in my new found sense of honesty, I'll tell her how it was and how it's gonna be......