Explaining how I feel about you now is explaining what water tastes like. Sometimes I love you, sometimes I miss you but, most of the time I hate you. I hate you for not being here by my side when I needed you most and the worst part is that I still think of you more than I probably should. I mean my birth day passed, above all you're one of the closest person I would love to greet me and remind me that I should be happy on that day because another year have passed and they have been with me and its another precious year that they will be with me but there was no you. No calls. No texts. Nothing. But I'm still here thinking about you like crazy. But I just think that way "If you really cared about me, you wouldn't have left. Not the first time, not the second time, not ever. And I'm starting to hate you again for always leaving me when it all gets better with you. Why'd you have to be like that?
