it was never this okay before

The end of the summer.

Is always the same.

Always feels like people are leaving.

Leaving me.



And play time is over.



I have trouble being on my own.



But this year is different.


This year I am excited.


For all the adventures ahead of me.

Although I'll miss everyone just the same.

I know their love is always there.


I admit I have butterflies again.

But I'm still working.


Working on loving me.


So no one else has to.