I love you. Your jeweled eyes, your flowing hair, your perfect cresent smile, and your smooth skin. I love everything about you. Your personality, your wits, your everything. I adore you, and would do anything for you.
However, you don't exist. I hate you. I don't want perfection, but I want you. Even with any flaws, I want you to be perfect to me. But you don't exist. I hate you.
Every once in a while, I think I've found you. But I haven't. You'll ignore me, or abuse me, or not choose me for not being good enough. You make me feel like shit. Like my character flaws are so intense that you or anyone would never want me. You push me over the brink, and you don't even care.
I love you. I hate you. I want you. You don't exist. You love me. That's bullshit. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
