10 Reasons Why I Hate You ~repack~ -

Sloppy. Almost illegible. But you left me notes on napkins, receipts, the margins of books. I hate that I still have them in a drawer like they’re sacred texts.

So yes. Ten reasons why I hate you. But every single one is just another way of saying: I still love you. And I hate that most of all. Would you like a more lighthearted, comedic version (e.g., “You breathe too loud” and “You finish my snacks”)? Just let me know. 10 reasons why i hate you

It’s not loud or polite. It’s the kind of laugh that starts as a snort and ends as a wheeze. I hate that I can still hear it in crowded rooms where you’re not standing. Sloppy

I never did. I hate that I can’t hate you. I hate that after everything—the silence, the distance, the pretending to be fine—if you showed up at my door right now, I’d still let you in. And you probably know it. I hate that I still have them in

Falling asleep on a phone call. Being quiet without it being awkward. Letting someone see me cry without explaining why. I hate that I now walk through the world knowing exactly what I’m missing.