I’m going to miss this view. This view of everything. Im grateful to have had you. I’m grateful to have lived here. It was a short time but I always came home and would stand in the kitchen and tell myself wow I love it here. I actually live here. I’m going to miss the windows. The light. The peace. I miss that the most. I let someone steal it. I let him steal it all. You were not the love of my life but, you were a good partner. You were light. Calm. You never abused me. I wish that I could turn around. And run. Run home.