I must admit that I do not remember anything about this class, however, I know that as long as I make a good argument for my work, she will accept it.
I miss you.
But I don't know why.
It's not as if I knew you that well, I mean
how well can you know someone who had an entire life before you.
So why should I miss you? I left for good reason.
I was happy to go because I wanted a new life.
I wanted to move on. To learn, to grow, to change.
Like you should.
I miss you. Time has passed but this remains true. Why can't I stop?
You never treated me specially. I was just another person in your life.
You hardly knew me and I know you didn't try to.
This made it easy to leave. But it was still hard.
Sometimes, I thought, I could walk away and never think of you again.
Sometimes, I can't stop thinking of you. I hate that I miss you.
But at least I admit it.
I'm sure not many people do.
I miss you. You were all I knew since birth. My home. My country.
But I would rather miss you than spend another minute within your walls.