This may be a huge mistake. I'm leaving soon. Part of me wants to just cut it off now and keep to myself untill I move. But part of me...ohhh part of me. I want to experience everything about you and use up every little piece you have for the time being. I want to disreguard your feelings, because I know my mind is set on leaving, and I don't know if it would hurt you when I pull the bandaid off. Someone once told me that it's better to regret something you did than something you didn't do, and I don't know if I could leave without knowing. To be reckless, or have mercy.