I hate how much everything has changed. I hate that I miss you so much. I hate that you don’t miss me. I hate that it’s always me who has to start the conversations these days. I hate that we are more than likely over before we began. I really thought that we could be something special. I let you take my virginity and then you kinda just ran. I hate that I can’t let you go. But most of all I hate that you can’t see this and I’m too gutless to say it.






