It's that peculiar moment when you realize that, all at once, you could never love or hate him more than you do at this very moment.
His presence is most unwelcome but his absence pains you more than you could ever hope to describe.
All the color in the world falls flat, like an unprimed, unfinished painting and meaning retreats into the inky blackness of the shadows when he is gone.
But when he is near, it's almost as if there is too much color in the world and it burns your eyes if you look at it for too long.