I hate him.
I hate her.
I fucking hate him.
I fucking hate her.
Maybe I am saying this to convince myself even when I know that what I feel for her is far from hate.
Though what I see entices something pretty close to hatred.
I hate to see him.
I hate to watch his eyes as the glide over her.
I hate the way his hands loops around her waist.
I hate the way he tugs her toward him with a love sick smile.
I hate the way he buries his hands in her sun-kissed hair and tilts her head.
I absolutely fucking hate it when he mumbles a quite, 'I love you' over her lips. Uncaring that they are surrounded by dozens of people.
I loathe to see her blush and whisper the same words back.
But most of all I hate myself for the fool I have become.
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