I touch her face for the last time. In the sunset, holding her head in my hands I kiss. Forced to say goodbye, Orlando could never give me what I need. Except her. I don’t feel guilty for leaving, maybe because we share thoughts, maybe because I imbrace all change. It seemed we had a ride that be exciting forever. Immpossible I know…..

The ride home is long and lacking cheer besides emo riding memories off the last few months. Maybe tone has something to do with the new mixtape in my cd player. I can only recomend her to “get some” and that we will have our time again.

I am ready to be reborn. But the wait is purgatory. Which for me seems worse than hell.