Why You?

The irrationality of love.

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You’re the person I cry over. The one who can hurt me like no other. But why do I love you? You’re not good or bad.

When I’m with you I think about how I’ll sigh of relief when you leave.

When we’re apart all I can do is dream about the next time I’ll see you.

I don’t understand. I don’t want you here. But I don’t want you anywhere else.