Why does the feeling of love always hit me at the most inconvenient times? Maybe it's not love maybe it's just a feeling of not wanting things to change. Possibly a longing for something just within reach and yet... just... slightly out of my grasp. Constantly taunting me. Messing with my mind. Maybe I've just become accustomed to her presence. I don't want to leave her. But I must. Discontent. Sadness? I don't know. Not exactly the feeling I'm feeling. I miss her already.