I miss you.
More than the dessert misses the rain after a drought.
More than a child when his mother leaves.
I miss you.
But I hate it.
More than two separate armies hate each other.
More than a child hates the teen who stole her candy.
I hate it.
I love you.
More than a child loves chocolate
More than a boy loves his games.
I love you.
This scares me.
I'm not ready.
Will you leave?
No,
You won't.
You love me too.
You miss me too.
But you hate it.
Know why?
Because it hurts when we're away.
