Dear... M
I hate you. I hate the way you decide to ghost me for days. I hate how you can’t even respond to a simple text I sent you, even though your online.
I hate how you put others before me. I hate how you tell me you love me but then proceed to not talk to me. Mostly, I hate how much I think about you. I hate having to look for your notification on my phone. I hate thinking about the memories we made together. I hate your stupid laugh. I hate your dreamy eyes. I hate your perfect smile.
I hate how I try and convince myself that I hate you when in reality I love you so fucking much. I hate how I miss you. I hate being apart. I just want you here with me. How we used to be.