Ahem, it's difficult for me.
It's difficult for me to even think about that you'll leave One day.
So I'm leaving first, I'll go first.
I'm leaving you behind because I don't want to be left.
I have seen when you open your eyes first thing in the morning.
I remember your voice, I love your voice.
Morning voice, the angry voice.
Your moans. Your face when you moan.
Everything, i remember that.
I have seen you sleep.
I have seen your face close enough that it's difficult to forget.
I have seen your hands, your eyes mole, the scar you have and your birthmark.
How can I ever bear the pain of you leaving.
So I'm leaving first.
Atleast I'm trying.











