I think I hate you, a little. I hate you the way you hate perfect days once they're gone, because you can't help but miss them, which makes you angry. I hate you the way I hate perfect afternoons after the sun has set, and it's just dark out. I hate you the way I hate an empty cup of coffee I've just drank, or the way I hate feeling sad at the end of the school year, because it's one step closer to being grown up. I hate you the way i hate the sound of the power plant outside my window at night, because it reminds me of you. I think I'll always love you, but I'll also always hate you a little. Just a little. In a good way.
I hate that i climbed out of my window just to see you. but that was no one's fault but my own.