The Color of Our Love

How can you love someone so much that you hate their guts? How can two people be so close together but also miles apart? These are the questions I ask myself when I think of him. Him. His green eyes, blue hair, pink plump lips. But he doesn't even care about me the way I care about him. If he had his way, he wouldn't know me at all. But we don't always get what we want in life. I dont get him, and he cant get me to go away.

Ups, Downs? We have them. Hate each other? Check mate. Love each other? Half way there... Need each other? Yes, although we refuse to admit it.