Dear

Pooh Bear, I hate that you've done this to me. I don't miss you, not quite. I'm just hurt, by the fact that you gave me hope for a love that was never there. You made me feel wanted, at last. Only to traumatize me by repeatedly leaving and coming back. And now i find myself waiting for you. Knowing I'd be in pain at your return, but not having any closure either. I'm sick and tired of what you've done to my psyche. You've made me addicted to you. And these feelings have nowhere to go. I miss you. But if you were to come back I'd cry myself to sleep knowing your stay would only be temporary. I must move on, yet here i am waiting. I want to move on, but it feels like my hands have been handcuffed to this place. I hate you... But I can't really, and I hate that more. I wish i could hold you. But even just imagining it I'd see how doing so would send a thousand needles into my heart. I'm simply a fool to want you.