I am going to make a list of all the things I hate.
hugs
being wrong
giving strangers the benefit of the doubt
texting
emotional vulnerability
the fact that none of those things is as bad I originally thought.
I hate her, probably.
I hate her because she's so nice and likable.
I hate her because you said she was exquisite and then she broke your heart.
I hate her because you laid in bed for a week afterward.
I hate her because you talked about quitting school again.
I hate her because of that vacant stare in your eyes sometimes.
And I hate her because after the worst of it was past, and you asked to see two people for five minutes, I was the one who went to you.
She refused.
I hate her because sometimes I think that's the only part you remember.
I hate you because I love your hugs.
I hate you because of your remarkable, fearless capacity to ask about
anything that sparks your curiosity.
I hate you because you make social interaction look fun.
I hate you because sometimes my phone buzzes while I'm in a meeting
and I have to fight the urge not to drop everything and see what
ridiculous thing you have to say now.
I hate you because I can tell you anything and you will give me a hug
and make me laugh.
I hate you because this friendship was going so well.
I hate you because I probably shouldn't tell you all this
Even though you are the exact person I usually tell stuff like this to.
hugs
being wrong
giving strangers the benefit of the doubt
texting
emotional vulnerability
the fact that none of those things is as bad I originally thought.
I hate her, probably.
I hate her because she's so nice and likable.
I hate her because you said she was exquisite and then she broke your heart.
I hate her because you laid in bed for a week afterward.
I hate her because you talked about quitting school again.
I hate her because of that vacant stare in your eyes sometimes.
And I hate her because after the worst of it was past, and you asked to see two people for five minutes, I was the one who went to you.
She refused.
I hate her because sometimes I think that's the only part you remember.
I hate you because I love your hugs.
I hate you because of your remarkable, fearless capacity to ask about
anything that sparks your curiosity.
I hate you because you make social interaction look fun.
I hate you because sometimes my phone buzzes while I'm in a meeting
and I have to fight the urge not to drop everything and see what
ridiculous thing you have to say now.
I hate you because I can tell you anything and you will give me a hug
and make me laugh.
I hate you because this friendship was going so well.
I hate you because I probably shouldn't tell you all this
Even though you are the exact person I usually tell stuff like this to.
