I'm immersing myself in your memory

Slowly our nights together begin to fade

It's not like I want them to

It's more like this:

I don't think I can handle it if you leave. I'll end what I've started, or what you started to tell the truth.

You've become too comfortable with me. You know me all too well. I don't like it, but I wouldn't have it any other way under any circumstances.

My mind twisted apart. I was on a high, an incredible climax in my night. Then you told me what you should have long ago. You're leaving... ... ... ... Again. I would honestly prefer I had never known. Ever. I would have been able to handle not seeing you ever again if I hadn't known. I. Would. Have. Been. Alright.

Now I'm not alright, and God knows if I ever will be.