Here's the problem. I hate you. But I would give it all to wrap my legs around you and hold you close and kiss your lips. To run my fingers through your short hair. To smile as you do. How it kills me that it's not socially acceptable to slap your face as hard as I possibly can out of the blue, when no one knows what goes on between me and you. The more you use me the more I want you. Here's the problem. I think. I love you.