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