I’m stubborn with a passion.

While I convince myself that I am ready to move on , a voice inside my head whispers , but what if he changes his mind ?

And I wish I could wait for you , but I am not someone to beg. I will not beg for you to keep me , to choose me , no matter how bad I wish it would happen.

Because I don’t know if I can wait for you. But I can’t wait for you to realize that you still might want me.

I will be sitting right here on my bed , packed up with a plane ticket . I will say goodbye without seing you again. I will step on that plane and leave a part of me here , right where you are.