I hate the way you talk to me and the color of your hair. I hate the way you look me in the eyes and what you guess me. I hate you to the point of bursting and even sometimes kill you .. I hate the way you have reason. Your stories invented. I hate when you make me laugh, advantage when you make me cry. I hate you when you're not there and you're god knows where. But mostly I hate not hating you. Not a single moment. Nor a single minute. Or even at all.