I hate how you made me love the things you love which i used to hate, or how you made me curl up on my belly when you say sweet things to me, or how you made me believe that we were meant to be. I hate how you told me that I'll always be special, that you will always care for me. I hate how you made me believe that we are stars bound to collide. Now I had to hate again the things you love which i used to hate. Now I had to train myself having an empty belly cause you drove the butterflies away. Now I had to believe that it's true when you told me we were not meant to be. You should've told me instead that always means "for a while", and that we are just two stars burning their flames out- just like our love.
