I'm Having a Bipolar Sort of Week

I got the news yesterday. You're coming back, two weeks early. I wanted nothing to do with you when I first found out, practically hated you for it.   I secretly hoped that you wouldn't come to see my family or, me. I tried to find a way to avoid you as  much as possible. 

Fear floats to the top of my heart. I fear that you moved on, I fear saying goodbye again, even though it will only be for two weeks. The last goodbye we said almost killed me, I cant handle it again.

Life just got good. I don't want anything to ruin that. I like you, I like you a lot, but I cant handle this.

HECK! Who am I kidding, I'm freaking excited to see your face. 

Tomorrow couldn't come sooner.