The reason for airports

I was always so scared of being left, I never thought of doing the leaving, not recently anyways. I wished that I could. I knew the relationship was toxic. Hashtag “stop wasting your time on him 2017.” I guess I always imagined leaving with a smile, and that I’d be okay when I left. I always thought the people who left me embraced it with eyes wide open. But I had no idea what they were really feeling. I didn’t know what it was like. I stood by people until they screamed at me to leave them. I gripped them so tightly, I would break my wrists before I let go. But I’ve left before - if it’s anything like leaving your home that is. And when I left, I found out leaving wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. It was heels against concrete, tears streaming down faces. I guess that’s why I always held on so tightly, because I was never someone who could pack up my bags without crying. I never gave myself the chance to move on because I was so busy looking back, too busy worrying about what everybody else was feeling, unaware that this is how everyone feels when they finally work up the courage to get going. Leaving is hard. I guess that’s why so many people are in these one-sided relationships and half-assed friendships with people who don’t even seem to like them. Staying with the wrong people is so exhausting but the alternative isn’t as pretty as standing by someone through every hurdle. Being with someone might be a struggle, but it doesn’t sound as nice to leave, even if it’s for the best. Every so often, people become like cities. You live in them for so long you begin to get comfortable and forget how beautiful they are. Sometimes you must leave in order to learn how much you’ll miss them and understand how they live in you.