You’re leaving. You’re leaving and I’m not allowed to feel
anything. You’re leaving and there’s nothing I can do to prevent your parting.
You’re leaving and it’s not like you haven’t done it before but somehow I still
can’t comprehend, I still can’t accept. I mean, leaving? What does that word
even mean? You’re kidding, right?
You tried leaving before. And I gave you a cat and you
stayed. But we both know that’s not really the reason you stayed. But it’s
okay. Let’s pretend it was.
I gave you one cat and you stayed for seven more months so I
just wonder if I give you ten cats now, would you stay for another 70 months?
Math please save us.
What? No. Yes. Huh? Fuck.
