* If I lay here, if i just lay here...would you lie with me, and just forget the world?*

Leaving is the worst. To look into someone’s eyes and have to say goodbye is just plain horrible. When I leave I like to do it “Band-Aid style”—quick and efficient. You can’t fully plain your leave, but rather, you have to jump into you car and hit the road. At first, you bit your lip, because you so desperately want to cry, but soon your music is turned up as loud as it can go, and you try to forget the life you just left, and remember the one you’re returning to.
I love home, I love almost everything about it, but when I stay here to long I get restless; that’s why it’s good for me to move. I love the summertime, when the sun is hot and bright, and my skin gets tan. I love the lake, and how it feels with the wind whipping at your face when you’re on a boat or a jet ski. I love to run on the soft dirt of the track, as the sprinkler splashes my face and the summer evening sets in. There is nothing like the promise of a sunshine summer morning, and the magic in a warm summer evening. I love friends, and family, and to just be, in all life’s happenings.
I don’t like goodbyes. I don’t like leaving home, but it’s good for me, and in a few days my priorities will be miles and miles away. Besides, it’s not goodbye, it’s just see you soon.