You're quite used to this now, the tiny tugs at your insides, the leaps in your stomach whenever you see her. It won't stop for a while, and maybe you should take some time off, some time away from her. It always worked before, and you know that it'll save you from countless pain and heatache. You can only take so much, and lately you've been just about ready to break. And you're sick of this, sick of always being in love and always being hurt and always being so fucking emo, and you hate it. Because emo kids are sad and pathetic, and you don't want to be that. You want to be strong, so that no one will affect you, and if she doesn't care about you you can just shrug it off.
But you know that's not going to happen, even though you're perfectly fine around her. A couple more words and it'll all be tangled up again. You're sick of falling in love, and you wish you didn't care anymore. I'm sorry I can't do this. I am sorry I can't be a good friend, and I'm sorry I disappear so much. I wish I could tell you why. But I can't. I'm sorry I love you.