By Audrey Lambert, TIWP Student

Stop me. Oh, please stop me from leaving. I’ll be gone by tomorrow. Don’t you know that? God, you are so oblivious. I don’t want to move. But I have to. Unless you ask me to stay. Than I would. Stay, I mean. I’ll be on a plane tomorrow morning. And you’ll be here. Not caring. Not giving a shit. So I won’t give a shit. About you, I mean. I’ll move on. I’ll be happy. Won’t I?

I should stop you. I really need to stop you from leaving. It’s all I can think about. God, I’ve been so oblivious. I don’t want you to move. But you have to. Unless I ask you to stay. But why would you stay? You won’t. So I won’t. Ask you to stay, I mean. You’ll be on a plane tomorrow morning. And I’ll be here, wishing you were next to me, wishing you decided to stay. But you won’t. So I won’t. Wish for you, I mean. I’ll move on. I’ll be happy. Won’t I?