It's so hard to ever say goodbye to you.

Half the time we say goodbye I don't even believe it's the last time I'll hear from you.

Part of me wants you to leave me without saying goodbye, without looking back.

It would be easier to let you go if I didn't have the choice of letting you stay.

Wish we were simpler together, wish our connection wasn't complicated, but I guess it's part of what I like about us.

The frustration, confusion, agitation, tension, followed with passion, dedication, connection.

You said maybe I'm the one, part of me agrees but I'm also selfish and naive.

If it were up to me I'd keep you safe with me, not to close to push you away but within arms lengths

The question is will you stay?