I hate you. I hate that you still have this power over me. I don't want it! I don't want to get pale, all the blood drained from my face and almost have an heart attack at the sight of you. I can't even catch my breath, I might just be hyperventilating and my feet never walked any faster. Almost flying to get me away from you, I can't keep my hands still, running them incessantly through my hair while holding back the tears until I can't anymore. Arriving home I'm stripped of all my strength, my back hits the nearest wall and I let myself slide down to the floor. Now the tears run free, drawing soft patterns over my cheeks, all emotions unleashed. Tell me, where did I go wrong? Or maybe, was there anything I actually did right? I guess I was probably asking for it though, I can't lie and say I didn't let my thoughts drift to you earlier today... So perhaps I brought this upon myself... At least in the mist of my misery I can be glad my mask never broke. People standing a feet away from me and I was still able to hide my frantic state of mind, they didn't even notice I had been crying. Isn't that depressing? And at last, the numbness settles upon me. Took you long enough, my old friend, but here you go, have me whole...
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