I will forget you before you forget me. I am good at doing that. At losing touch and thinking about anything but you. I am almost as good at distractions as I am at overthinking. And maybe overthinking is why I decided I needed to forget you. Overthinking can ruin any good thing just as easily as hope, but I cannot hope for someone like you. You are the kind of boy that can lift finger and send me on a course to crash and burn, and it would not be wise of me to trust you. My body would not be able to handle the damage you would do to me. But I can leave first and save you the trouble and me the time and we can play the game of trying to forget. I promise, it will be easy. It will be better this way.