The thing about                       love
              or
                        something close,            is             all            the          space       in      between.
When we're together, it's perfect. Everything is wonderful, the colors brighter, the sounds softer, the music sweeter.
             But when you leave.......... well what then?
Excitement for the next time, our eyes will meet?
Well         yes,        yes.


                     But....
There's always buts.
      But doubt,
Does he even miss me?
Is he            avoiding me?
Will this be just like last time?

I tell myself,          no.   Stop being foolish.
Childish.
Pathetic.




Or when I want to                         see     you,
and you don't want to                  see     me,

He doesn't like me anymore..
There's someone else...
He's bored of me..

I tell myself no, he's busy.
He has other stuff to do.
He's tired.....
of me?
                                       I don't even know.