Even though I fucking know I can keep lying to myself, saying I can move on and forget about you, it's
not true. Not even a little bit. I can never forget you, and even worse, I can't even forgive you. So that
leaves me in middle of hating you and also of wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. Why do I
still love you? Why ? You hurt me so much, so fucking much and I fucking hate you. You make me so
violent and so aggressive but also so soft and so full of love. I hate you. I hate you for doing this to
me. I hate you for not loving me back enough. I hate you for not being able to love me the way I love
you. I hate you because you made me confused, you made me question everything and now I know
that even if I hate you I'd still do everything and anything for an inch of your skin or your love. How
must it feel to be loved by you I wonder. I really wish you loved me. Please love me. I love you. Please
don't hurt me like this. Do you see what have you done? Are you able to sleep at night knowing you destroyed me?
