There is this feeling that I am...feeling. And I can barely describe it. I don't know what to call it.
Its like, a deep seated feeling. Almost innate. Almost automatic too. Its part desire; desire to constantly check up on her. A desire to know whats going on, what shes thinking, what shes doing.
I definitely miss her. But at the same time part of me loathes her. Its a Love/Hate thing.
Part of me wants to say "its love". Love isn't just purely positive, right? I don't even know anymore.