I was sitting on that stupid airplane that i hate so much and i was thinking of how bad it hurt and i thought "this is the last time we do this. that's what i keep saying but every inch of me still wants to know why half of me is gone. i always think it'll get easier but it just feels worse every time. I love you wouldn't hurt so much if it wasn't for the i miss you. I don't know how you ever forgive my habit of leaving or believe in my staying." But hey I've got part of you no one else has and i have all your best and i have all your worst and I love it all so much.