In a way I miss you when
The flowers bloom in spring
When I see the properly placed pink petals
I can almost hear your face lighting up
And the small hum that came along
With every happy moment

In a way I hate you when
I pass the little antique store on the corner of Peterson drive
Because every time i even glance inside that shop
I can see you and me trying on the luxuries of our ancestors
And dancing around as if we were in their shoes
But then I remember I hate you
For making me so miserably happy
That every time I pass that shop
I want to throw all the memories in a box
And burn it

In a way I love you when
You throw me a smile
And I can feel my heart growing fonder of you
Just from a curve of the lips
And when you run your callused hands
Down my soft warm arm
And glide your fingers into mine
For the perfect fit

In a way I miss you, hate you, and love you
But in the grand scheme of things
In a way
I love you.