Why am I still here? I don't understand why I am still confined by you. I would give anything for a one way ticket out of this town. I feel...trapped. Everywhere, painful memories lurk in the alleys, parks, and corners. I want to escape them. Even among friends, where one would expect there to be naught but great memories full of fun times. They're there, but they don't show up. The best times were with those people in different places.
Two years ago I lost a piece of my heart to the Colorado Rockies. A month ago I lost yet another to Chicago. It wasn't just the location, it was the people there and everything we accomplished.
A couple of months ago and on numerous occasions since then I've had my heart torn asunder, snatched from my chest, tossed onto the frozen concrete where it lay there sobbing while an indifferent creature stood bye and gazed upon me with loathing. Undeserved loathing. Little did he know, most of it followed when he left.
So now I'm here. Gathering the few remaining pieces and locking them away, trying to start anew. Were it not for the persistent reminders of what we once had, I think I might have healed. The separation has been longer than the encounter.
Dear Morris. Let me go.
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