I can't have you like you have me.

Two days until I am home means only two days that I have left here with you. That is to say, in the same city as you. To have the potential of being with you. Because right now, we certainly aren't together in the same room. These last few days have been wasted, but you are the one wasting opportunities -- not me. I have been trying. Why are you so hot and cold all the time? Why do I miss you so much? Why do we only have two days left? Why don't you seem to realize this? If my heart is a mess right now, after just a few days, I don't know what's going to happen when we both leave. I don't even know if I want to say goodbye in person, anymore. It will either be awkward or too hard. Or both.