You hate the times I go quite.
You hate that I like the movie IT.
You hate that I don't like doing the dishes.
You hate that I don't tell you my birthday wishes.
You hate that only my movies are organized.
You hate that most of my stories are fantasized.
You hate it when I try to lie.
You hate it when I hide to cry.
You love the times we talk.
You love the parks we walk.
You love it when I cook.
You love the feeling I give you with just one look.
You love it when we cuddle.
You love it when I sleep I mumble.
You loved me when I was just your friend.
You love me to the very end.
