I Watched You Cry Bathed in Sunlight on the Bathroom Floor, You said You Wished You did not Love Me Anymore.

and when he showed up it hurt all over again. the feelings rushed back as if they'd been waiting just beneath the surface. i knew it would happen, i had just hoped he would stay far, far away. but he walked into the room and was drawn straight back to me, as if time hadn't passed at all. like i was frozen, awaiting his return and stupidly, i acted as if i had done just that. he came back because he knew i was leaving. he knew deep down that meant "no strings attached" and as much as that pains me, i think not ever seeing him again would have hurt far worse. at least now i know he's alive and well. at least now i know his same shy, awkward smile lingers on his face in my presence. at least now perhaps i can lay this to rest...