I want to punch your face for what you have done to me. I want to scream out my hatred towards you for causing me this pain… This excruciating pain of caring; caring for you.
You know I care, even if it makes you sick to admit it, I know you are aware. You can hate me because I care, you can push me away because I care, you can let the disappointment of this wash over you because I care…
Nothing will change this fact. When You walk away I will still care. When You don’t speak to me I will still speak to you. When You don’t think of me I will still think of you… Daily as I do now.
I will worry until my end.