I still think about you.
I think about the way you kissed me. The way your hands were unafraid.
I miss what we never had and I dread the day I see you again face to face.
I get the same feeling inside whenever I see someone who looks like you or has a similar car.
I crane my neck hoping that it’s you, and when its not my heart sinks.
I miss your smile. I miss that I’ll never get to make you laugh, I ‘ll never make you want to hold me…we’ll never stay up late talking on the phone.
I hate that you never gave me a chance.
I hate that I still have your number… i’m afraid I’ll use it one day and make a fool out of myself.
I hate that you don’t have a clue that I’m in pain and I hate that you probably don’t care.
I hate that I’m missing you when you’re a virtual stranger.
I hate that we had so much going for us that you couldn’t see…
I hate that I’m still mad and that I let it get this far.
I hate that I still think about you and what we would be doing if we were together.
I hate that I’m not making any of this up
I hate that we actually had a moment of passion together… and I hate that it never got resolved.
I hate that I was warned about your ways and that I promised myself I didn’t have feelings for you.
I hate she still talks about how amazing you are… even though you hurt me
I hate that there’s a part of me that wants you
I hate that you’ve caused me to write again.