I hate how the twinkle in your eye and that bedimpled smile always disarm me. How can I stay mad at you for long?
I hate how you set my heart afluttering whenever I see you across the room.
I hate how you leave me exposed and vulnerable to my feelings.
I hate that I feel relaxed, centered, and happy when we are together after a long and frazzling day.
I hate that you have dismantled, brick by brick, the walls I meticulously built around me.
I hate that you make me strive, one day at a time, to better myself as a person.
I hate how you make the sun in my life shine bright.
I hate how you are perfect in your imperfectness.
I hate that whenever you cry, all I want to do is just to wrap you in my arms, wipe away the glistening tears, and shield you from all the hurts and pains in your life.
Last, but not the least, I hate that I have to find reasons to hate you.
Because it is something my heart can never truly do.