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I sat in the restuarant and I thought about what I said that would make you leave.  Even though I know my body language said "go!"  I didn't mean for you to stay gone...

I meant just gimme a minute to re-focus my sight and do what I do after we fight.  I was hurt and it wasn't ordinary hurt.  It was slam your hand in a door...I should say my hand because I love your hands and you know how I love when you're here and you touch me but; you're not and that would explain my emptiness.