#2

I hate that you're there and not here.

I hate how the spaces between my fingers are empty.

I hate that the air doesn't smell as intoxicating as when you're around.

I hate how my heart feels squeezed into my throat and how I can't fall asleep because I'm thinking about you.

I hate how every love song reminds me of you.

I hate that I can't hold you close and wrap my arms around you.

I hate that I fall asleep every night dreaming of you, knowing I'll wake up and it'll still just be a dream.

I hate that I can't tell you this, because I don't know who you are, or if I even know you yet.