I hate you.
I hate you with every fiber of my being,
with every aching beat of my touch-starved heart.

I hate how your laugh is carved into my mind,
how your eyes light up your face.
The familiar deep sound echoing through the air,
when that smile—your smile—carves its way onto your lips.

Oh, how I hate you.
You, who kept me up at night,
talking and chatting with me for hours on end.
Your presence steady as a rock,
placed into the storming, gushing flood of the untamed ocean that I...