love it or hate it?

I think I think alot more throughout this trip. On the porch swing, with a meadow of stars blooming in the darkening sky and the soft cool sea breeze sweeping across my face. I think about me, about you. -I'm trying to forget. But I'm addicted to you. But I wanted and I needed. I'm addicted to you. Now it's over. How long will I be waiting, until the end of time. I don't know why I'm still waiting when I can't make you mine.-

Maybe they were right.

To whom it matters,
I like you more than anything else in the world.