#longinglove

There are days when I love you, and days when I tell myself I hate you. But the days I claim to hate you are the days I love you the most -- so so much that it hurts.

I promise myself to forget you. And yet, you twirl in my mind—graceful, unending—like a ballerina in a music box, spinning to a melody only I can hear.

I laughed, I smiled, I giggled with others, but the sadness in my eyes never lies.