Hate That I Love You
Here it is. Everything I have ever wanted to say to you, but have never had the courage when your sitting at my desk, looking at me with intent eyes.
I am falling in love with you. Every single little (more accurately, big) part of you. I don't know why. I honestly couldn't tell you. I have created multiple pro's and con's lists about you and the con's outweigh the pro's by about ten pounds.
The thing that keeps me hanging on is that no matter how horribly I treat you, no matter how much you drive me crazy, and no matter how hard you've made me cry, you're always still there. You're the voice I hear calling down the hall. You're the arm around my shoulder when I am in need of comfort. You're the person that can make me smile, even when I am in the worst of moods.
There you sit. You look so content sitting at my desk facing me while I sit on my bed with my arms crossed, hoping that they will somehow protect me from you. And the funny thing about that? I have never felt more safe with someone than I do you. I know what you're thinking. My rebuttal to your thought is no, it's not because of your heinously large biceps. Sure, I like them. Ok, I really like them. But I will never give you the satisfaction of telling you that. Your ego seems to be big enough already.
You said it yourself, you can make me laugh. In between my thoughts of disgust for you.
You also said that you can make me happy. I replied with "When you're not treating me horribly". You said back slyly, "Because it's just too much fun to tease you".
They've told me how you talk about me when I'm not around. I always expected it to be horrible things. But they've told me that you could never EVER say a bad thing about me. They say that you talk about me constantly and how you think I am amazing.
And you know what? That makes me feel terrible. I treat you so horribly and I apologize for it.
The honest truth is... I'm protecting myself. In my head I think that if I say horrible things about you and treat you horribly, then you will be a horrible person. That way I can protect myself from falling for you.
That's only in my mind of course.
It's too late now.
You're the only person who has ever called me beautiful.
You're the only person who has actually cared about what I was feeling my freshman year.
You're the only person that I think will keep coming back to me because you love me that much.
You ARE the only person who I've cared about enough to stay on my knees for hours, sobbing, and praying for you. Other than the exception of my best friend.
I hate you so much. I hate that I feel this way, because it just doesn't feel right.
And I hate SO much that you are the only person's arm's I want to be in.
One more thing? Easy. You are the only person that can get me to talk. That's hard to do and I hate that you know what to say to get me to open up.
And suddenly my life is "10 things I hate about you".
I am falling in love with you. Every single little (more accurately, big) part of you. I don't know why. I honestly couldn't tell you. I have created multiple pro's and con's lists about you and the con's outweigh the pro's by about ten pounds.
The thing that keeps me hanging on is that no matter how horribly I treat you, no matter how much you drive me crazy, and no matter how hard you've made me cry, you're always still there. You're the voice I hear calling down the hall. You're the arm around my shoulder when I am in need of comfort. You're the person that can make me smile, even when I am in the worst of moods.
There you sit. You look so content sitting at my desk facing me while I sit on my bed with my arms crossed, hoping that they will somehow protect me from you. And the funny thing about that? I have never felt more safe with someone than I do you. I know what you're thinking. My rebuttal to your thought is no, it's not because of your heinously large biceps. Sure, I like them. Ok, I really like them. But I will never give you the satisfaction of telling you that. Your ego seems to be big enough already.
You said it yourself, you can make me laugh. In between my thoughts of disgust for you.
You also said that you can make me happy. I replied with "When you're not treating me horribly". You said back slyly, "Because it's just too much fun to tease you".
They've told me how you talk about me when I'm not around. I always expected it to be horrible things. But they've told me that you could never EVER say a bad thing about me. They say that you talk about me constantly and how you think I am amazing.
And you know what? That makes me feel terrible. I treat you so horribly and I apologize for it.
The honest truth is... I'm protecting myself. In my head I think that if I say horrible things about you and treat you horribly, then you will be a horrible person. That way I can protect myself from falling for you.
That's only in my mind of course.
It's too late now.
You're the only person who has ever called me beautiful.
You're the only person who has actually cared about what I was feeling my freshman year.
You're the only person that I think will keep coming back to me because you love me that much.
You ARE the only person who I've cared about enough to stay on my knees for hours, sobbing, and praying for you. Other than the exception of my best friend.
I hate you so much. I hate that I feel this way, because it just doesn't feel right.
And I hate SO much that you are the only person's arm's I want to be in.
One more thing? Easy. You are the only person that can get me to talk. That's hard to do and I hate that you know what to say to get me to open up.
And suddenly my life is "10 things I hate about you".