"I'll miss you." He looked back and told her, with his large bag hanging from the side of his left shoulder. "You can stay here, with me." She watched him, with tears rolling down her eyes. "I'm not for you. Listen to them. You won't get anything but pain, with me." He pulls his hood on top of his long blonde hair, looking into her brown eyes, one last time. Loving him, hurt. ....but most importantly, letting him go, hurt the most.All Rights Reserved