I saw this coming.

I fucking saw this coming.

Yet,

I inclined my passenger seat further and let the big yellow bulldozer slowly crush every single bleeding cell of my big-boobed body. Because I cease to care. It has always been tiring to spend waking, important moments of your life sighing and hawing over What Ifs and What Could Be's. I knew that you would sever all ties and extinguish all memories, it was just a matter of time. I knew, because I did that more than once before. I understand the pain and the crazy want inside you to run. Just run and leave no traces on the sand dune. Let the sandstorms punch your trails until you yourself forgot that you had once sank your feet into the said sand. Dude, I more than know the feelings of a runaway.

But,

run anywhere, everywhere that you want. The fact stays the same; I miss you. You can deny that, you can delete the effing e-mail, but I won't care.

I.

Miss.

You.