i hate that i wasn’t good enough for you. i hate how we ended things. i hate knowing that if you called me right now i would answer, even after everything you put me through. i hate that i’ll probably never see you again. i hate seeing old pics of us together. i hate finding little things that remind me of you. i hate that every time i think i’m finally doing better, somehow i’m reminded of you and it all comes back. but most of all, i hate how i still love you.
