I hate the way you call my name and the way you talk to me
I hate the way you look at me and when you smile at me
I hate it when you make my heart fluttered
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you took care of me really well, making me even more confused
I hate it when we walked together, matching each others' pace
I hate it when you're telling me your stories, or when you're listening to me; when you understood me
I hate it when you're not around, and wondered if you'd miss me too
I hate it when I waited all day for your text, and smiled all day when you did
I hate the way that I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
