And in complete retaliation of the last post, now I have to write this one.
I love you, I hate you.
You have been so good to me. Which is why I love you. Which is why I hate you.
Every time I try to love you, I hate you instead.
You are like a dream come true. And so I love you…and then I hate you.
You make me realize I am worth loving but why do I need love. I choose to hate you instead.
I now know the problem was always me. You love me and then I hate back. You still love me and I hate even more.
One day, maybe, this love will end. And then I will be able to hate you, without you loving me back. And then I will win once again.
