You bring out the worst in me....

I love you, yet I hate you. I never know where your heart is. You are childish, bratty, immature, overdramatic, and at times, overbearing. But you are intelligent, beautiful, creative, energetic, outgoing, and oh so sexy. I hate to be near you, but i hate to be away from you. I hate the way i feel right now. There's so much stirring within. Sometimes I'd think you'd care, but it would not suprise me if you didn't. This ridiculous dance that has gone on for so many years has to end. I can't take this anymore. If the phone rang right now and if it was you, i'd be overjoyed, and still blind to the letdown that is inevitable. I just want my freedom. I think that we both have suffered enough. I have said some things in fits of anger that i regret, yet you can't seem to remeber any of the hurtful things that you have said and done to me. We both are holding on to something that we both know that can't be. It was once a beautiful thing. I want to cry, and destroy, and hide away from the world. None of this does any good. If I tell you any of this, you'll be devastated; as headstrong as you are, you are still naive to your nature, and that is one of the most beautiful things about you.