'I hate him' I think to myself, yet the quote from him I have written on my whiteboard remains untouched.
'I hate him' I think to myself, yet I can't bring myself to pick the nail polish of my nails because he told me what colour to paint them.
'I hate him' I think to myself, yet I can't bring myself to change the name of the plushie I had named after him.
'I hate him' I think to myself, yet I can't help but wait desperately all day, hoping he messages me.
'I hate him' I think to myself, yet whenever I mention his name or think about him I get little butterflies in my stomach
'I hate him' I think to myself, 'but do I really?'
