June 08, 2008
More than 10 things
I hate that he knows me so well. That he knows my quirks and habits. When I'm lying and when I'm sincere. My likes and dislikes. I hate that he can make me cry and that he can make me smile. I hate that he knows how to push my buttons and then make me forgive him all in five minutes. I hate that he can make me laugh at my awkwardness. I hate that he can stare into my eyes and I don't flinch. I hate that he challenges and pushes me to do more. I hate that he can make me jealous and that he gets jealous of me. And I hate that I hate him. Because I really don't hate him at all.
scullerymaid at 9:51 p.m.