I hate it when he's gone
and I hate leaving and knowing we won't be in touch.
I hate when he's not around to hold me
and I hate the separation.

But what's to hate?
Isn't this love?
The feelings, the touch, the moments of pure happiness
The perfection.
Nothing is wrong, right?
Isn't this how it's supposed to be?

The changes are exhilarating,
I'm jumping into ice water from the hot shower I just took.
Is this the fairytale?
I hope so, this should last forever
but is the happy ending just merely a feeling that can fade?
Not to those who convince themselves it's not.
Thats what I'll do, that's what we must do
To keep loving, to never give up
I can't give up, not on love.
I love him, it's all I'm sure of
And if I can't be sure, then what good does the love do?