He likes me, he likes me not
like pulling petals off a giant unhappy sunflower... wilted, stressed, unloved, dead.
How does one have so much power over my feelings?
Feeling like a puppet with no control, I should be in control... I control my own feelings.

I can't help but give my all to this person, I give him all of me but he gets to only give me half of him.
why? what did I do wrong? was it something I said? is it something I'm not doing?

The next day I get all of him, no half no quarter but all of him.
I'm happy, over the moon... all of a sudden he pulls away but only half way.
And then it begins again...
He likes me.... he likes me not.