Sunday, November 10, 2013

Letter # 11

Toffer  Garcia-Tiña

I hate the way that we are so close and yet so far.

I hate how you know my favorite love song.

I hate how I wanted you to hear my new favorite love song.

I hate how we used to transform your house into a movie house for a couple of days.

I hate your reactions while watching those movies.

I hate how I wanted to have those moments back.

I hate how I cleaned and prepared our house for you yet you were not allowed to leave your house that day.

I hate your efforts for cooking.

I hate how you made me wait for you under the sun.

I hate how you wore that skirt one day.

I hate how you confessed that you had a crush on me.

I hate the way I did too.

I hate how I went to your house to lend you a DVD which is in fact just my way to see you.

I hate it when you make me smile even worse when you made me cry.

I hate it when you told me to stop liking you.

I hate it when you told me you do not deserve me for I think I deserve you.

I hate how I asked someone to give you that handwritten letter teaching you the meaning of the word commitment.

I hate how I miss you especially every Sundays.

I hate it when you become a lioness and do not smile.

I hate the way it is always me who give a topic to talk about.

I hate how you text me back with just an ok.

At last and most of all, I hate all those reasons to hate you, all those lies that I hate you or hate about you, all those hates mentioned earlier.

I hate how I cannot forget you.

I hate how I could not tell you these things in person.

I hate how I hoped and still hope.

At last and most of all (yes I know I already said this), I hate how I tried to hate you. I hate the way I do not hate you-not even a bit, not even at all.

I hate how I tried to hate you, the way I do not hate you because I like you, I still like you.



P.S.

If you read this, you know what to do- text me. Tell me how foolish I am. Tell me how much you hate me too.

http://imrozsworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/fool-in-love.html

1 comment:

  1. I wonder whose this for and why is it entitled as that?

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