catching up with

Staring at your page, every time, It hurts me more and more. In one way, I realize that you're gonna leave soon. In another way, I just want you to stay. I still want to talk to you, to know how smart and wise and mature and kind and patient and honest and fun and reliable and trustworthy and lovable and loyal and great you are. Thinking I may not have another chance, I always regret why I did not talk a lot to you when there was an opportunity to.

My, my, I give up forever.