Every time I begin to think I am getting

over you, I am proven wrong. If I go a

day without speaking to you, I can point

out your flaws. When you're high you

talk too much. When you're drunk you

get angry. You sometimes don't show

empathy for other people's emotions.

Your hands aren't fragile. You don't like

the smell of incense. You argue with

me over things that are not important.



But when I'm with you, your excessive

talking is cute and interesting. When

you're angry, I get excited. Your lack of

emotion towards other people doesn't

bother me because at times i can

understand it. Your hands are rough

and ******* my skin and I like the

sensation. I don't light incense around

you because I much more prefer the

flicker of candle light across your face.

And when you argue with me, I can't

help but feel love. All I feel for you is

love, and I ******* hate it.