I hate you. I hate that you came into my life just out of the bloom, the way fall shows up unannounced. I hate that I have all these feelings driving me crazy. I hate that I like you way more than the usual, way more than last week. I hate how sometimes out of nowhere I get sad because you aren't by my side. I hate that I find myself thinking of you at any moment of the day; when I first wake up I wonder if you had a good night rest, in the middle of the day I ask myself if you're thinking of me, at night I just wish it could be another day so I could see you or listen to your voice or read your text. I hate that I can't really admit it yet, but we both know. I hate how I already know you like the back of my hand. I hate that your mood affects me and that I wished I had the power to make you completely happy. I hate how close but yet so far we are. I hate how happy you make me, because I haven't been this happy in a long time. I hate how much I'm lying right now, because reality is I'm enjoying every single moment of it all.
YOU ARE READING
for you
Short Storyto whoever identifies themselves with the character of each "story", but most importantly to the person behind each thought. I don't consider myself a writer nor do I believe to be one, my mind just runs wildly imagining stories of people I haven't...
