Goodbye.

Goodbye Love.

I'll Miss You So Much That This Whole Blog Will Be Typed The Way You Type. (How Do You Do It?)

How Old Were We When We Met? Eight I think. Now You're 16 And I'm 15 And You Are Leaving.

I'll Miss You Randomly Breaking Into Song.

I'll Miss Your "Caring Face"

I'll Miss Your Idiotic Habits.

Your Silly Self Criticisms.

Your Blonde Moments.

The Way You Talk.

I'll Just Miss All Of You.

I Wish You Weren't Leaving, But For Your Sake I'm Glad You Are.

You're Leaving Behind The Drama of The Small Town.

Your Leaving Those Who Wish You Harm.

I Will Miss You!!!!