my eyes aren't dry.

Dear you,

You're leaving in twenty four days
and I'm not ready to say goodbye yet.

There are so many things
I want to say to you,
but it doesn't matter.

I'm still in love with you
and it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter
because it won't change anything.

I want to tell you again,
and I probably will,
because I know it doesn't matter
and you're leaving anyway
and I want to say I love you
instead of saying goodbye.

Because somehow a hopeless I love you
isn't as sad as a final goodbye.

Sincerely,
xx
Blue