Love Vs Hate

I hate the way you greet me at the first time we met.
I hate the way you made me foresee your every text.
I hate the way you keenly talk to me on the phone every single minutes of the day.
I hate the way you showed your introverted when our first date.
I hate the way you hugged me awkwardly.
I hate the way you treat me when we’re going out.
I hate the way you hold my hands every time we walk together.
I hate the way you sleep because your face shows that you are free from any problems..
I hate the way you eat with so much enthusiasm.
I hate the way you smell every single second when I’m with you.
I hate the way you placate me when I’m fuming at you.
I hate the way you teach me to be more patience, endurance, hope and faith.
I hate the way you call me by my full name when your resentment is on the peak.
I hate the way you choose my attire when I don’t know what to wear.
I hate the way you ask me to stop cursing others when they doing wrong.
I hate the way you sneeze every morning after you wake up.
I hate the way you forgive all the wrong doings that I have done.
I hate the way you kiss my forehead every time I shake my hand with you.
I hate the way you laugh when both of us getting crazy.
I hate the way you involved in my stupid wild activities.
I hate the way you endeavor in getting things that I want.
I hate the way you stare at me when I put on my contact lens and asked whether it’s hurt or not.
I hate the way you drive my car and acting like you’re a taxi driver.
I hate the way you gently speak to me when I’m wrong.

But the most important thing,
I hate myself because I can’t hate you like I picture it to be.
I can’t hate you at all.
Not even close,
Not even a bit,
Not even at all…

P/s: I hate the way I ♥ you wholeheartedly and I know you do love me too.

-Me-