I've always wanted to escape things, places, and people I got used to. Just out of the blue disappear on a time no one expects me to and to a place far from reach of everyone.
I have dreamt of being "the one that got away" one day, being waited, missed, craved, and needed.
I fell in love with the idea of my back being helplessly stared at, etching an unforgettable memory to people's minds. A memory that stabs hearts and carves scars.
I became addicted to farewells where I was the one being offered tears and goodbyes.
I've always loved the thought of leaving without having the faintest idea of when can I come back or if will I ever.
- Christine Tanay