Dear... River
Longing for your criticism, shivering for your comfort. I wish for your attention, it was never positive and I knew you didn't love me the way I loved you. That doesn't matter, it never did in the end.
I know the face you'd make the moment I entered your atmosphere, your aura would reek of a hatred so sour. So violent, that was original. No one else had such a scent, an energy so full of something.
I am not a masochist. I know this for a fact.
But I miss you. I wish you never left. I'm selfish, like you said.
I'll say whatever you want. Just for your attention.