They say the best way to find out what you want is to find out what you don't want.
I don't want to, but I want you.
Let's call it a love - hate thing. It's simple, I love you, and I hate myself for it.
No. I don't fear your rejection. Neither do I expect reception.
I just hate that it is so evident yet in my inadequacy, I fail to embrace it.
I hate that its concentration varies with the seasons, meanwhile you remain a constant.
Condensed in my subconscious, unchanging, with all reason to.
And I love that.
Yes. It's a love - hate thing.