Leaving

Leaving was not the exit I expected, I felt no remorse as I felt no concept of time but now that I’m looking back and realising that the time has caught up with me I really do miss every moment. The moments of getting to have a conversation with someone who is completely unknown but someone who you would say is a friend, seeing the group of people you’ve you have always wanted to speak to but know you wont. Coming up the stairs and seeing the group false smiles which always managed to touch your heart. The girls who you have fancied at one time or another or the girls who you would have fancied if the time had gone on. The moments when you’d fuck up and know that seeing everyone the next day would bring the resolve yet now we are all alone with the ones who were really the close ones, the people who really care, the people who you look back and hurt thinking off the moments you’ve had. For its that time of life when we all most move on and hurt for other reasons though we all say wed love to just have some more time, thats why its time to go, we had our moments our fun and sadness. Its time to hope that sadness will linger for ever because it is all we have left.