I ran away from my ex-girlfriend yesterday. Yes, that's right, I saw her and I bolted.

There I was, just about to walk into the Grand Army Plaza train stop, and I glance to my left to see the ex, headed to the train. It got in my head that if I could just run down into the station and run out another exit she would be none the wiser. And so I did. I figured that I had stealthy avoided her, but she soon text messaged me, "why are you such a coward? We both know that you saw me-and ran..."

Cowardly is one way to look at, sure. But sometimes when you are rushing home to eat a meal before heading out again to go bowling, the last thing you want is an conversation with someone you broke it off with. Said conversation will not only be unpleasant but it will most certainly make you late to your game. And considering that I'm leaving at the end of the month for Sydney to hang out with my girlfriend for a year, it's not like I have anything pleasant to tell her.

In my last few weeks here, my time is limited, and rehashing the troubles of my last relationship is the last thing I want to do. Maybe I am a coward, but I can live with that. I've got some packing to do.