I hate you. I hate the way you looked at me and gave me such sweet tenderness. I hate how your fingers slid down my pants as how they slide on your guitar. I hate your hazel green eyes. And your perfectly shaped mouth. I hate the way your teeth look like little pearls when you smile. And you make me sick talking about our future. But most importantly, I hate lying to myself saying I loathe all those things when they are the details that drive me crazy in love with you.