If I keep myself in the right state of mind I don’t think I’ll miss you that much when you’re gone. But then I remember all of the little bits of what having you here is like. Those inane little bits that don’t make any sense, not even to me. I don’t even know how this all started. I’m disappointed in myself for getting attached to you. And I’m disappointed in you for getting so attached to me. I won’t bother you when you’re gone and I won’t say I’ll be here waiting when you get back. Two years ago I would have been angry with myself and marked this feeling as falling for your tricks. But this time around I can surely say there haven’t been any tricks to fall for and I feel genuinely close to you. For the second time now, I can say that you’re always going to be a very strange part of my life. I never quite understood it, but I enjoyed every odd second of it.