I want to love her. I do. When I see her I want to welcome her with open arms and offer her the world, but I can’t. I don’t see a single beautiful thing about her, all I see are her flaws. I know she didn’t do anything to deserve me picking her apart like this, she didn’t even come close to deserving it. And yet, here we are. Again. I’ve made her my punching bag for every bad thing in my life. She doesn’t like it now but in the end we will both benefit with the results. So in conclusion to my body, I hate you yet I love you.