I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
- So I hoped… - No. You didn’t just hope. You got us here. - I was beginning to lose faith. But then I saw you. And you nodded at me. I mean, just the fact that you knew I didn’t leave, that you searched and found me, that you, seeing these numbers, you seemed so… glad. We will set things right. But things are gonna get very hard before that time. We have to hold on. I will. Thank you. What made you smile? What made you so… confident? - Someone showed me enemies can become friends.