I hate that every word you wrote never ceased to make me smile.
I hate that I used to look forward to seeing you around.
I hate that I used to like the way you'd hug me, and kiss me on the cheek.
I hate that I liked the way you'd ask permission to kiss me.
I hate that you got mad when I wouldn't kiss you in front of everyone.
I hate that you stopped hugging me goodbye.
I hate the build up of anxiety I'd get before I knew I'd have to see you.
And I hate that you only message me, when you get bored for a little while.
And I hate that I'm too good to hate you, you stupid prick.
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