You make me feel like a toddler that's just discovered the bliss that comes shortly before great tragedy - the innocence and purity..... the naivety. Every breath a new experience entirely. You make me love you despite the plea of logic, rationality, and well-being because passion, nirvana, and love make a case that's hard to ignore - impossible to overrule and..... I hate you for it. You somehow always seem to journey to my souls hiding place and shine a light through the shadow I conveniently place my fears under and... you make me hate you for it.

But

I love you so much. Sometimes it hurts to breathe because the comparison I make in my mind of how much I love you surpasses that of my lungs which love the taste of oxygen.... and *sometimes.... I hate you for it.