what is this.

It must be love because otherwise I wouldn't miss him so much.
It must be love because otherwise my heart wouldn't twist when he enters my memory.
It must be love because otherwise I wouldn't want so badly to hear from him.
It must be love, love, love.

Wasted love.

If it isn't love, then why did finding him online almost give me a panic attack?
If it isn't love, then why do I still look for him?
If it isn't love, why do I miss his body?
If it isn't love, why do I miss his voice?
If it isn't love, why do I was to cry right now?

I don't know what to do. This is why I came to Florida. To escape him. But I just push myself back in the water. I just jump right in again.

"Welcome back to Facebook." I doubt I'll be there for long. I'm already just looking at him.