I miss you when your gone. 

I know your busy right now with a lot of things. And probably a bit stressed. 

I keep repeating that in my head. “Your just busy. Your just busy. Your not abandoning me”. 

I want to believe those words. I’m trying to believe those words. 

I hate that I want more of your attention. 

I also hate the days when you actually do give it all to me and I start getting paranoid asking myself “well, you must want something from me”. 

I hate that it’s a double edged sword no matter the way I look at it.