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I hate your big, beady eyes. I hate the way you taste. I hate the smell of your hair. I hate your body and the way it cried for an embrace. I hate your complexion for being as pristine and white like a pearl. I hate how you manage to resurface into my consciousness at random moments.

I guess regret only comes with the realization that I only had you for one night, and that we had to spend it drinking beer with friends. We could have spent it alone together in bed or on the couch f**king or talking. I hope we didn't let the world matter that night.

But you're crazy and clingy and charming and you adored an ungrateful boy, and I will always love you for making me feel alive.

Thanks for letting me be a part of your life, even for a night.