Some days I wonder if to you it's a blessing that you're not allowed to talk to me but you don't know how to stop so you don't end it when you come back. I wonder if you realize how little I cared for you the first two months we talked and how I never realized what the word love meant when I said it until the first time you left. I don't think I even knew how much you meant to me until now and now is exactly when I can't tell you. Sometimes I wonder if you want to come back but then I realize if you didn't you'd have told me because we were always honest with each other. Sometimes I wonder but then I comfort myself and smile becauseI know you love me.