I woke up feeling upset however somehow very in love. I was exhausted, mentally. I felt empty at times and too overwhelmed at others. I thought of our love as rotten yet blossoming. I was convinced, for moments, that I hated you yet when you were close I wanted you closer and when I was the angriest at you I still wanted you to kiss me. The more you talked to me was the more I wanted to ignore you but I couldn't. Which ended up leading me to the unanswerable question: how could something feel awful and glorious at the same time?