I always, always miss you. I wish I could be with you at least those times when you want me to stay.
Not being able to spend time with you saddens me. Makes me feel strange, as though I'm letting a good opportunity slip out of my hands. I know that sounds very economised but heck, it is that!
As though it'll end and then I'll want those times back so that I can spend them with you.
I know it doesn't really matter but I cannot shake it off. I want to be with you not because I feel it'll end soon but because I feel, "what if it ends? Might as well enjoy it as much as I can now."
But even that saddens me. Is this love. Is this attachment.
"It's alright. I happens to me too. Hug."