I love him.

I love him so much it hurts. It hurts when I have to leave knowing it'll be 3 weeks before I see him again. I can't wait until the day I can see him whenever I want and not these scheduled visits. I miss him already and I've only been back for 2hrs. I hate knowing he's so far away even though he's closer then before. I hate knowing that if I saw him more often that he'd open up to me more. I hate knowing he's holding back because he's afraid of getting hurt. Because I know that he's the one.