There is no casual way to say “I love you.”
There is no casual way to leave.
There is no casual way to say goodbye.
Well, there is no casual way until now.
I want to understand.
Why wouldn’t you fight?
Why did you sit there?
Why am I sitting here wishing you had fought?
I’m casually saying that I love you, I’m casually leaving, and I’m casually saying, “Goodbye,” because I don’t know how else to do it anymore.
There was a lot to fight for.
I’m leaving. We’re all leaving.
Sitting on my hands.
Passing the street lamps.
Gazing out over our beautiful city.
I’m leaving We’re all leaving.
I won’t put up a fight this time.