I love the way I feel when we're together: every touch, every kiss, every emotion you bring the table. The words on your lips which show me you care. Your infinite smile, and the way you put your arm around me displaying that you will always be there.
But it hurts when you're away. The fights I cause are because I'm afraid. You have a plan, but my heart's in disarray; I scatter.
You listed the things you loved most about me. It was a long list, I was frightened.
My gray-blue eyes, and star freckle, when I'm happy, the healed scars from when I wasn't, how I bite my bottom lip, the way I bite yours, my constant pursuit of remaining a mystery, while yearning to tell you everything, how deep you've gotten, when no one else has come close.
I want to move: maybe then it will be easier to say good bye.