Fears.

I'm scared of lots of thing. Most of them are irrational things...like my voice breaking in public, or not being able to see my waistline. But every once in a while, my eyes are opened and I see that I have some pretty enormous human fears. They always come at the same time, too: leaving.

Goodbyes are not my forte. I either skip past them, or repeat them so much that it gets old.
It's said that if you repeat something 27 times, it becomes a habit.

Can I repeat myself in your life so that you don't forget me?
or carve my name in your heart, like I would on a tree?
...or paste my picture in your memory.

Actually, I think I'll just move into your brain so that you can't help but run into me every once in a while.

I know it's selfish and vain and ridiculous, but my heart has a very good memory. And it stings a little when someone who I'd given lots of room in my heart...forgets. I'm always the one who cares more, you know. So is it really all that silly of me to not want you to forget me? I promise I'll keep your space clean and won't let anyone else take over.

This whole traveling around the world deal is incredible. My heart is now multicolored with patches for all the places and people I have come to love so very much. And, the older patches...are still going strong. I still remember Notebook time, (awkward) Star(fish) Wars, and even further back...I remember my beautiful seven.

I can't escape my goodbyes. I've had a million of them in my life. But if I can just escape from escaping my friends' (old and new) memories...I can keep going. Because I'll go back to you when I stumble upon you in my heart and mind.