Six days. Has it only been six days since youve gone? It seemed
longer. I wish it were. I wish it was years down the line and then perhaps,
just perhaps, I wouldnt feel the way I feel right now.
I hate you. Right now, I want to hate you with everything within me
because you deserve to be hated for leaving me feeling like this.
Im fed up with waking in the night knowing that Ive called your
aloud, knowing that my mother and Mr. Homm would have heard me, and
thankful that theyve let me be. Im glad my mother understands, and she
does. Shes been here herself. She knows.
And here I am again, laying in the dark, silently crying my heart out,
longing to feel the strength of your arms around me. Wanting you to make
love to me like you loved me.
But you didnt. You couldnt have done. I think I hate her more than
But she didnt leave. She didnt betray me like you did. She didnt dismiss
our bond like it was just another event in your life.
I loved you, God Dammit! But you left me looking like a fool with the
entire planet of Betazed knowing what had happened to us; In the jungle.
In your room, with her.
I gave you everything. My heart, my virginity, my soul and all
me was a minuscule part of you. The only part that cost you nothing. The
only part that no one else needed.
And I took it. I took it, loved it and look how you repaid me. You
discarded me quicker than a used piece of toilet tissue.
Thats how you made me feel, Will. Thats what you left behind.
I wish I could discard you as easily, and then perhaps, maybe, this damn
constricting pain would release its grip on my heart enough to let me cry
and get you out of my system. Because I know thats what I need; To cry. To
Yknow, I ought to feel sorry for you, Will. You had it all. You had me,
what the hell did you need her for?
I thought you were special. I thought you were the one. I thought
the same for you too, Imzadi. How did I get it so wrong?
At night, I lay here naked in my bed with the window open, letting the
breeze drift across my body, imagining it to be your fingers caressing me.
God, I miss you touching me. I miss the way you made love to my mouth. I
miss the way you made love to my body. I miss the way you made love to
I miss you.
God, how I miss you.
Sometimes I find myself punching the empty pillow beside me, wishing it
were you. But then in the next heartbeat, I find myself hugging that self
same pillow to my breast, wishing it were you instead.
And then she fills my mind, and your naked body against hers. I
smell the scent of your lovemaking and it makes me feel sick inside. If
only Id come to you sooner. If only I hadnt listened to my mother.
If only I really hated you, William Riker. But all that pours from my soul
is love, but a sad kind of love. A heart-breaking kind of love.