It's morning. Again. I'm all alone. Again. I'm missing someone. Again. I walk to the living room to check on my answering machine. There's a red light on it. Someone must've left a message last night.
"Morning. I was just...I'm calling because...Emm...I know you're asleep. How many times have I told you not to sleep late? Eemm...so, how are you? err...You okay? Your manager told me you've canceled most of your shows. I hope ...I hope that...Err...You know what, ermm, I'll call you back".
Oh my god. I totally recognize the voice. Yes. Yes I do.
Next Message! Beep!
"Baby, If you've heard the previous message, just..emm..just ignore it. I really have something to say. emm..Well, I..i know you hate me now. I'm sorry. I..oh my god..I really thought I could do this. But I couldn't. I'll call you. I'll call you back! Maybe! emm...Bye"
Last Message! Beep!
"You said my skinny jeans make me look fat but I hate you more,
You said I talked like a transvestite but I hate you more,
You thought I had a terrible taste in guys but I hate you more,
You thought my taste in women were even worse but I hate you more,
You've said everything
When I said you looked sweet, it meant I hated you,
When I said you were nice, it meant I hated you,
When I said you were beautiful, it meant I hated you,
When I said I was jealous of your success, it meant I hated you
I've said everything except this one thing
I...I...I love you!!"
He ...he... loves me? I have to call him. Right now.
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Hate You More!
RomansA 'tragic-comedy' love story about an 'allegedly' lesbian pop princess and a gay guy. An 'agreement' that leads to a strong relationship and real love story.
