I just want to disappear right now.

When that old song comes on, together we're singin', forever we're singin'.

But when you called last night, your voice sounded as empty and hollow as mine. Tired, anxious, afraid. I now know that this is something we both need to do, and that this isn't goodbye. I won't ever forget you. I also know you won't always be there to save me like you always were, coming to my rescue whenever I needed you. But hopefully I'll be okay. Be strong, soldier.

There's nothing good about 8AM goodbyes other than the fact that I get to hear your voice one last time. I want to think of him but you're all that's on my mind. Show 'em what you got, soldier.