I hate how you give me butterflies every time I see you. I hate how your voice sweetly plays through my head, putting me in a trance. I hate how your touch sends shock waves through my skin. I hate how your eyes twinkle in the light and leave me drowning in the colour. I hate how your personality leaves me grasping for more. I hate how you’re so imperfectly perfect. I hate how you haunt my dreams, leaving me to wake up yearning for you. But, most of all, I hate how I know you’ll never feel the same way.
— and nothing will ever be done to change it.