I’ve grown so tired of saying goodbye to you. Every time I have to bring myself to do it, my heart breaks. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

I want to live together.
I don’t want to be 205 miles away from each other anymore.

I want to be comforted by the fact that I will see you every day when I come home from work or school or running errands. Or you’ll come home to me.

It’s so hard wanting to move out and knowing you can’t.

The best I can hope for right now is getting a car and slowly paying my parents back. At least then I won’t be inconveniencing anyone by asking to use the car for a weekend. I’d visit all the fucking time. I promise I would.

All I want anymore is to just be with you for good. I’m so sick of how temporary our time together is. I can’t take it anymore. I know you can’t either.

As much as I want to stay positive it’s so damn hard. More than a year of goodbyes and tears following is enough. I don’t want to miss you like this anymore. I want us to be together.

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