the sparkling brilliance of new york city, the woodsy, misty air of seattle, the pulsing electricity of hong kong... they will have just one thing in common, and that is that you don't, you won't, exist in those worlds.

i don't see you anymore. i don't know where you are or what you are doing. but i do know that memories of you remain in the people and places around me. and as long as that's true, the imprint of you will stay with me.

this year i'm going to say goodbye to southern california and home as i know it, for some time. i don't know when. i don't know where i'm going. but i need a place to call mine that you haven't touched. streets and houses and friends and lovers that bear no inkling of your presence.

you always believed in me, always told me that staying here wouldn't be enough for me, that i would do bigger and better things. you'll likely never know that you are the reason i had to.