Sometimes, the toughest choice we have to make is whether to stay or to go.
Do I stay in this relationship?
Or do I go?
What happens when I realize that I was wrong about a person?
What happens, after so much time, when I realize that a person I adored so much isn’t actually the person I wanted them to be all along?
What if they are magnificent, though, and I left them standing there alone before I had the chance to find out?
Most of all, what happens on that day when I realize that a place is just a place?
I tell myself this mantra over and over, but when will that day come when I really believe it?
These are the questions I ask myself.
I’m always stuck between staying at going.
You always ask me why I keep running.
I guess maybe I’m just looking for a good enough reason to stay.