short post.

“”I don’t want you to leave.” I said standing in front of my door. I was close to tears. Its not fair that everytime I am with him I like him more and more, and then he just leaves again. Its like a cruel joke that someone is playing with my heart.

“ I know, it will be fine though. We will talk everyday, I promise.” He said.

“Its not the same.” I said.

“It will have to be good enough because that’s all we got right now.” He said.

“I wish you lived in Pittsburgh forever.” I said.

“Don’t cry.”

“I don’t want to cry, but I don’t want you to leave. I hate goodbyes.” I said with tears slowing rolling down my face.

“Its not a goodbye. I’m coming back.”

“In like three months.” I said.

“I’m sorry, Grace. I wish I didn’t have to go, but I do.” He said.

“I know, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll call you when I land.” He said and then we had a big, long hug and a goodbye kiss.

He’s gone. I sent to Liam.

Are you okay?

No, how could I be?

Did you cry?

Yeah, it was so hard not too. You know I hate goodbyes.

Its not really a goodbye, it’s a see you later.

Cliché. And see you later? Yeah in like three months.

Its not that long.

So much could change in those months.

Like what?

He could find someone better, I’m sure there are a million girls out there.

He doesn’t want anyone better. And in my opinion, there is no one better and if Sidney doesn’t know that already than he is just stupid.

Thanks, Liam. Movie night?

Of course. I’ll be back in a little.

I’m going to go to the library for a little. Text me when you are home and then I’ll come home then too.

Do you need help studying or anything?

No, I’m going to go to the library and then maybe go to the hospital for a little.

Okay, keep your head up. I love you.

Thanks, love you too.

Sidney left about a week ago. It was rough. A lot rougher than I thought it would be. I liked him a lot. More than I thought would be possible, especially since he was in Canada. We have been talking probably more than we did before he came back to Pittsburgh. We were talking, but it still wasn’t the same as being with him. And I couldn’t forget the date incident. For all I know, he could have been on countless dates in Canada and could have been with so many different girls. I know what he tells me, and he keeps saying he likes me and I’m the girl he wants to date, but who knows. When he is in Canada he sure isn’t getting any from me, so he must be getting it from somewhere.