I hate how being home means avoiding you. Not because it hurts or I want to spare your feelings, but because of the fact that I don't want to see you. I got to support PCCA jazz and I see you across the room and all I can think is "Wow.... She hasn't changed. She has not grown up at all. She still belongs here. I'm so glad I left this town and left her, at least now I known more of who I am and what I can be." In the end, I feel sorry for her. I never aimed to hurt her, but at the same time I thought me leaving her would be best for both of us and allow both of us to grow as people. All it proved was how much I wished I had done it sooner.
















