Every time I look at those stairs , I remember all those times when it was after school and we were saying our goodbyes, how many times I watched him walk away, up those stairs, in an opposite direction from where I was headed. Every time I wanted to run after him, and hold on to him, and plead for him not to go, to stay just a little bit longer. I'm still watching as he walks up those stairs, I'm still pleading for him to stay, but this time he won't listen. This time, he won't turn around to even look at me as he moves on.
