Everything's in the future.
More shit to happen, that's all.
She's the type of girl to let you walk away. She's not going to fight for you, or tell you all the reasons you should stay. She won't cry; she's just going to pick herself back up, wipe her scraped knees from where she fell, and skip through life again. Sure, she'd love for you to stay, but she will do just fine without you.
She will chase you around for a while, but there’s going to be a day when she’s gonna stop running in circles around you. She’s going to get over you and at that very moment, you’re going to wish you had let her catch you.