I love you, but I hate it. I hate that I think of you every moment of the day, before I sleep, when I have to concentrate, always. I wish I could walk away, tell you that I hate you so much, but that would mean I could never see you again. I don't think I could take that. I can't imagine the moments I can't stop staring at you, your beautiful hair, deep eyes, soft smile. I hate that I can't get you out of my mind. You never dared to even look at me, why do I keep thinking about you like I ever have a chance. Like 'us' is ever possible. I'm nothing more to you than a random person, but to me you're my whole world. I hate that I love you.
