Love.
I just love you, and hate me, for loving you, and you love me, but not that way, and it’s all messed up, between love and hate, you like me, more that myself, and I love you, more than yourself do. I see you, like you never will, all the perfection, that you don’t see, and you love me, more than myself do, and you see a beautiful, that I don’t have. You love me, but don’t in that way, and I care for you, a way that I never felt, but it is not simple, it never was, we are not together, and never will be. I just don’t understand all that shit, I like you, you like me, but there’s not a “we”, we are not together, and never will, but the things you said, I do not understand, you said that would have been, the best thing, but so why its not, if I like you, and you like me, way don’t give it a shot. I understand that is complicated, and we are just really fucking crazy, but maybe its just a signal, that our crazy its just equal. I don’t want to exaggerate, and I know that you don’t fe...