I hate him. I hate the way he can twist up my thoughts, wringing them out until all that's left are fragments of sentences and memories of him. I hate how his mouth fits perfectly against mine, and everything else fades away, distractions. I hate the fact that he's the center of my thoughts, no matter how hard I try to focus. I hate when my heart flutters away, wanting to perch on his thoughts, nest in his soul. I hate that I love him.
But what can I do?
But what can I do?
