Fall is my favorite season of the year, but ever since you it’s a bitter sweet feeling. Why did you have to come into my life during the months I cherish most? People ask me about you and I’m never sure what to say. My friends they all know the truth. They tell me to stay away. They’ve tried convincing me that you’re terrible, that what you did to me doesn’t warrant forgiveness. But how can I keep my mind from wandering in your direction? You came from no where. You forced me to open my heart again; you gave me no choice. We kept to plan in the beginning. It was smooth sailings. Why did we have to make things so complicated? You always failed to see how your actions effected people. It wasn’t that you were self absorbed, more like a child oblivious to the world. I suppose I miss that now. I remember the way your eyes would light up when we haven’t seen each other for long periods of time, which in reality was never too long. You’d grow a grin, then prance over to me to give me a hug. Do you do that with him now? Did you tell him about your darkest fears, how they hurt you? You said I was the first to hear of those. You said there was something about me that made you trust me. Is it any different now? Occasionally I see you on my turf. It makes me wonder why you’re there. We made eye contact that day, and I just walked by. You became upset about that; you told them you hated me. I don’t understand your reasoning. But why can’t you understand my reasoning? Your the one who decided to leave. You’ve always been afraid of commitment. You were afraid of being tied down. I hope you don’t expect us to be like your parents, because unlike your father I’m not sure if I can be as forgiving. So have fun in big city. Have fun with him. I don’t want to hear the stories when you come back home.