I Hate That

I walked outside my house. Into the driveway And thought "You were just there yesterday," A few hours back. I was having the best time ever with you. But now I realize its gone. And I hate it. I hate that I won't see you tomorrow The same as today. I hate that I'm crying when I should be excited. I hate that you probably don't think I'm telling the truth. But I am. Becaudse you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I love that. And yet, it hurts to know that I won't see you again For a while. I hate that strong spurce of emotions. But I love that I can feel them again. I really do.