Love/Hate

I love your eyes.
I think they are the prettiest blue I've ever seen.
I love how helpful you are.
And you aren't even on tech.
I love that you care enough to check in with me every half hour.
It means a lot that you care.
I love how you hug me.
It's a beautiful thing.
I love how you let me swear.
In fact, you think it's finny.
I love how persistent you are.
You silly, silly thing.
I love your angry noise.
It's actually really funny.
I love your smile. Like the legitimately happy one.
It's really pretty on you.
I love your obsession.
It always makes me laugh.
I love how you can't keep your hands out of your hair.
Euro couldn't be more entertaining.
I love how tickling is considered abuse.
That means your abusive.
I love how "women don't like getting hit"
Does that mean guys like it?
I love you.
A whole lot.


I hate that you are off task all the time.
I hate what a distraction you are.
I hate that you won't talk to me.
I hate that you've decided that you and I can't be friends.
I hate that she's a witch.
I hate that I'll give you yet another chance because of this silly faith.
I hate that you're such a moron.
I hate that I can't open up.
I hate that that you can't see.
I hate that it's cold outside.
I hate all the stress.
I hate that I feel like I need to cry.

What a day.