Nine months have come and gone, a lot of things have past. There were many times I thought I wouldn't be here, times when I thought I wouldn't last. Many times when I thought that I should be the one walk away and save my heart the pain of saying goodbye to you one day. But then I thought how I hate the fact I'd miss you and hate the fact i'd cry, if I never had another chance to look into your eyes. I hate the fact that I love your smile and the way you smell. I hate it when you make me laugh and even more when you make me cry. Because everytime we laugh you see, its gets harder to say goodbye. I hate the fact I love you for who you have helped me become, and that it took your help to discover who I was. I'm not the girl I was nine months ago, i don't know where she's gone. I hate the fact I love the girl who was left here in her place. Without you I would never have found her, she would have never broken free.
I hate the fact that when we say goodbye this girl I found won't be strong enough not to let you see me cry. I hate that I wish for you to be happy and well taken care of. I hate that I wish that I could do the job. I hate that I worry about you and want to help you achieve your goals. I hate that I know how special you are and what you can become. Because my selfish little heart secretly wants it all for me. But, I know that you must be free and have a need to roam. So I will still love you when you leave me all alone. So when that day comes that we are forced to say our goodbyes, I will still hate that I love you and hate that you make me cry.
