EASIER TO RUN

I’d spent my whole life running. I was a coward, I presume. And a liar, too. Claiming to be a man of integrity, when really all I wanted to do was escape. Then, they came along. Though they may not have known it, they forced me to face myself and make amends for what I’ve done. I would have run from both of them at my first chance, but somehow, I couldn’t. I was too attached, they were my friends. I loved them. But now they’re gone. True, its easy to run, but its harder to leave.