I hate you for leaving me, right when I became comfortable. I hate that you allowed me to open up to you and just when I did, you left. You took all that time and effort showing me how to love what I hated in myself, just to leave it behind. I hate that it’s harder to fall out of love with you than it was to fall in love. I hate knowing i’m still hoping for us to have a miracle that isn’t going to happen.