It’s been four years since I left, I had left the big city on the East Coast and traded for a big city on West. I thought what I needed was space, and time, yet in all my time away from home, I was still as empty as the day I left. Though I used university as my reasoning to put almost three thousand miles between me and the city I called home, in the end it was because of him. Everyone thought I was crazy leaving a career of six years to go back to school, uprooting my already stable life and starting over, but at the time it was what I needed, or at least I thought. No matter how many miles I put between me and my past it couldn’t erase the memories.