And I HATE I hate you and at the same time I don’t and what’s left is only to hate myself for trying so hard to not hate or not love you or simply feel something for you. And I wish I could shout right in your face how life is not fair and that this shouldn’t be the way life meant us to be together and then just deprive me out of any joy and light and happiness leaving me just without you. I hate days like these when out of nowhere, your image jumps right into my thoughts and you’re smiling, or holding my hand or just looking back at my eyAnd I HATE
