I Want

I want to fling every nice little thing he ever said right back at him. I wish to scream at him, scream every little thing he made me feel. I just want to yank him out completely, or I’ll never let him go. I just want to yank him out completely, or his roots will dig in further. Why must I love him? Why must I miss him? Why did he even have to enter my life? I could’ve missed love, if it had been so evident it would break me. I could’ve neglected love, if I had known it would neglect me. I hate him? I love him? I don’t even know him…