To you,
With hatred.
I hate You. I hate feeling like this happy, smiling shyly, and second-guessing, always guessing. I hate excited waiting for you online. And when you show up, I would lie on his stomach, pillow under the chin, then thought, smiling, and trying to find sentences amusing to you, on the other side, laughing. Because, they say, the easy way to make people like you is by making her laugh. Hopefully it’s true.
I hate you surprised to see a message Line appears on the screen of my mobile phone and I hate why I have to take so long to reply, delete, think of it word for word. I hate when falling in love, all the details that I say, tell, send, write to you to be important, as if to be flawless, or I might lose you. I hate to be in a position like that.
I hate having to translate the signals you that. Is your question was merely rhetorical or inducement or usual questions that I misunderstood with aplomb? Do you lean your head on my shoulder yesterday just ordinary gesture, or any other purpose, or I was once again misrepresented with aplomb?
I hate to think of you before bed and felt something move inside the chest, spread to the whole body, and I felt resigned, restless. I hate to think I could keep this up all night, without sleep. Enough here it is.
I hate it when you stick your head to the side of my head, when you try to see something in the phone’s what I’m holding. Oh, I hate how when hands touch, I can not breathe, I feel awkward, I wanted to run away. I hate I should be aware of all the awkwardness that …, but could not do anything.
I hate when I speak and remind logic, “Hey! It’s just a physical attraction alone, in the end you’ll know, you two do not have anything in common, “must be countered by a heart that says,” Do not mind your logic. “
I hate to be looking for a small mistake that is in you. Errors that are desperate I find forcefully because I hate to see that you could have been perfect, you may be flawless, and I, could have really fallen in love with you.
I hate falling in love, especially to you. God, I hate falling in love with you. Because, in this passionate feeling; behind all feeling nostalgic, fear, awkward, struggling inside and popped it slowly …
I’m afraid to be alone.
