I'm trying to understand this new dynamic between us. It's not as simple as, "You either want me or you don't. I hate that. Keeping you in my life might kill me. But letting you go will. Dang this is my life with one special person.
You will hear the thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. ~"You Will Hear Thunder" ~by Anna Akhmatova