I hate the way he talks
But his voice sends me to laughter
I hate his hair
And yet when he runs his hands
Through it
I get butterflies
I hate the way he is everywhere
But I look for him
My eyes searching for his
I hate his loudness
But I find peace
In the ability to hear him
I hate his competitiveness
And yet I do the same
Both of us wanting to win
I hate that he is good at sports
In a stereotypical way
But my eyes search the field
Looking for his number
I hate the idea
Of me liking him
And yet I'm liking him
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I love this idea of wanting to like someone but also not liking certain aspects of them...that you also do like in a way? Idk, it's complicated, but you wrote about it so well! Also I totally relate lol
Thank you! It's really confusing lol!
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