Dearest, Heartbreaker.

||third letter||

Dearest,

Heartbreaker.

Okay, I owe you an explanation as to why I said I hated you.

I still hate you.

I just don't want to be seen as a pretentious bitch,

like the girls you normally "hang" around with.

That's what you say when people ask you about the current girl you're shagging, no?

"Oh, we just "hung" out."

"Hey baby, you want to "hang" out sometime?"

I've heard you.

So, with that said.

things I hate about you

- I hate the way you say you're "hanging" out with a girl when we all know you're shagging her.

- I hate the annoying bubbly sound you make with your mouth when you're bored.

- I hate the way you sing obliviously under your breath to all my favorite songs, while we're supposed to be working.

-I hate how you slouch your shoulders to write more comfortably.

-I hate how you're 6 feet tall.

-I hate when you sit down in a chair and your legs get all bunched up near your chest because you're too damm tall.

-I hate the way your brown hair changes color to red in the sunlight.

-I hate the freckles you have in your cheeks, nose, and shoulders.

-I hate that weird looking heart birthmark you have on your right collarbone.

- I hate your hazel eyes and how they used to stare at me at your friend's party.

-I hate how I had to carry you upstairs to your friends room because you were just too fucking drunk.

-I hate what happened afterwards.

- I hate the im-too-sleepy-to-function-face you make in the morning.

- I hate the way you walk, all slowly like you've got all the time in the whole damm world.

-I hate how you wear paw sleeves when you feel uncomfortable.

-I hate your honesty and your bluntness.

-I hate the way your fingers move with the piano.

-I hate the way I wish those fingers where moving over my body instead.

-I hate that I love all the things I just listed.

-I hate how much I love you.

-me