ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :)

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ.

I love but detest you and the way you make me feel.
I can only just about gather small fragments of you, your smile, and the memories of who I have started obsessing over.
Rejecting your presence, I will never truly understand what got me so attached to begin with-
Because how stupid was I to allow myself to see you the way I did?
After everything, you said you confessed to another, and my entire perception of you shattered- did you truly mean nothing you said to me?
I cannot muster the courage to call you terrible things, as I know you were only attempting to help.
But goodness.. Why?
Why did you raise my expectations like that?
As stupid as I was, and as kind as you were, I fell in love with you, your smile and you become what I started obsessing over.
Therefore:
I love but detest you, (-).

(It doesn't make much sense without context but take it anyway fr)

(+ I fixed a few typos ..)