You.

You.
You're gorgeous. You're lanky and adorable. You have a way of being affectionate, I can't feel anywhere else.

You.
You're gone. You're so far, I see you standing right in front of me and can't utter a single word to start conversation.

You.
You've made me realize that I'm sitting in a place knowing you won't come back but hoping you still will.

You.
You're powerful. You're dating again and I'm perfectly okay with it. I secretly feel happy you're there and not where I'd make you stand had I been around.

You.
I have no idea how to reason with you. Neither are you angry at me nor are you even talking.

You.
I'd rather deal with stupid jokes and a broken tooth than a man with genuine intentions and a high sex drive.

You.
You're indifferent. Teach me. Tell me exactly how you look at me. Tell me exactly how you've described me in your friend's presence and my absence.

You.
Just explain to me why I'm not worth the trouble. Just what bit about the things you loved did you start disliking? Reason with me why I shouldn't fight for you.

You.
Make me understand how insignificant I am that walking out with no intention of returning was one of the easiest things that happened to you.

You.
I'm in love. Hold me tight and answer all my questions for me? Slap facts right across my face and tell me I'm not reason enough to get all these answers.

You.
Come back.