It is the moment for me to leave. My heart doesn't belong here anymore and when I forced myself to stay because you're somehow perfect for me, my mind told me not to. You tried, but I can't be fixed, E.
It was months ago, the way you described me in front of your friends, do you remember? You said I was like a hurricane, the one that made you the happiest mess ever. It was good to dream about happiness but it doesn't belong with me.
You never said the other part about hurricanes, Evan. They leave at some point leaving behind the mess of everything it broke or changed, and even when they make too much damage, people remembers them
I don't want you to hold on, I want you to forget,
I'm not giving you and explanation because I warned you