I hate you.

I hate your smile. I hate your warm hugs. I hate that I miss you. I hate that whenever I see your text I get super excited and smile like no other. I hate that the thought of you coming to visit me will probably be the most exciting thing that I heard in any given day. I hate the feelings you stir up inside of me. I hate that I love everything about you. Mostly, I hate knowing that you wont ever look at me the same way as I do with you.