I hate how I can still remember so well the day I first saw you.

I hate how I always think of you since the day we met.

I hate it that you can give me too much butterflies when you smile.

I hate how you can make me so happy in just one text.

I hate how I appreciate your less-than-3-minutes calls so much.

I hate how Ed Sheeran songs remind me of you.

I hate it that I’m pretty sure of my feelings for you but I am quite confused of your feelings for me.

I hate myself for believing you despite my doubts.

I hate myself for taking risks.

I hate myself for thinking you’re worth it.

I hate it that I know it’s gonna break my heart when you say goodbye yet still give you my heart.