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| Age: | 18 |
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| Loc: | Dallas, TX |
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I hate him. I hate him so much. But I love him too. Like. I like him. But, oh, how I hate him. He’s arrogant and cruel and disrespectful… and ridiculous in absolutely every way; though he’s protective of me, which ignites the romantic facet of my heart. Even a thought of him, has my heart swelling in the humor and the joy that he brings me. What do I like about him? Everything. He’s outspoken and self-sufficient and fine being himself in any situation. He knows what he wants, even if he doesn’t always know how to get it. He can make me smile on the worst of days, and usually by making me see how ridiculous I am acting. He inspires such a melting golden sensation just below my rib-cage. He doesn’t know it, either. And his lack of awareness makes him even more lovable. But why do I hate him? Those same reasons: he’s overtly outspoken and eccentrically egotistical and wouldn’t change himself for a single cause. Even those most noble. He’s pigheaded enough to claim a cause and not follow through. Sometimes he downplays my emotions, not very often though, as I rarely show them. He can change my mood with a look, and usually for the better. He has no cruel words for me, though plenty for the rest of the world. Honestly, this last is both a vice and a virtue. I doubt I’d love him so if he were cruel to me, and hate him less if he had fewer for the world. Like. I like him. Anyway, I can’t continue this. He doesn’t know, because, as I mentioned, I rarely show my emotions. He never will; I couldn’t allow that. I hate him. I wish I could return to where that was the only emotion I had for him. I aspire to become so brave as to tell him how I hate and loathe and love him. Like. I like him. But I couldn’t. I cower at the thought of becoming so bold. I fear the changes that would come from it… especially if they are for the worse. I would rather love him as I am, than long for him from afar. Like. I like him. Love doesn’t foster in non-nurturing habitat. It doesn’t develop overnight, or grow or become anything special without encouragement. It’s a development, right? Like a plant or a work of art. I can’t love him. I hate him. I hate him. Oh, how I love him.
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| Age: | 18 |
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| Loc: | Dallas, TX |
| Gen: | ? |
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