I hate when he leaves.
I hate sleeping alone at night.
I hate missing his arms around me.
I hate when I'm alone, trying to pretend that I'm OK.
I hate knowing that there are weeks till I see him again.
I hate waving goodbye and blowing him one final kiss before turning my back to him to walk out of the terminal building.
I hate thinking of seeing him again, cos that makes me miss him even more.
By Jove, I hate everything that stresses the fact that we are not together everyday.

Monday, March 22, 2004 posted by Wardi @ 4:32 PM