I can’t even say I’m angry, or even at all mad at you, you’ve done nothing to hurt me. I’m angry at me for letting myself get this emotionally attached when I knew for a fact, before I even got to know you, that it was always going to be temporary. The only person that hurt me was myself, the only person I have to blame is me, but you know what… I’m okay with that, I’m happy because I’ll always have the memories and the random, childish conversations we shared before lessons.
Yeah, I’m going to miss you… undoubtably, but I’m so glad I met you.