You left then you came back expecting everything to be alright. you expected the feelings to be the same. i thought i hated you because you left me, but even though you were gone the love i have for you continues to grow. the absence of your presence worked for you. it made me wish you were here with me, holding me, telling me that you love me. but it might be to late for me to tell you this because you think i don't care when i really do. i wish that you would call me so i can tell you this but you never do because you think that i hate you.
