When I first met you, you seemed so perfect.

I saw you as a friend, someone to share my thoughts with.

Then, you revealed your true self to me.

Ouch. That hurt.

How can I describe how you made me feel?

It’s a whirlwind of emotions.

Leaving me gasping for air.

I began to hate you.

And hate you more.

With every hurting word you threw.

Then, what is this?

A look.

A smile.

A feeling of warmth in my heart.

A feeling of love.

Did I really hate you?

You call me beautiful.

You call me kind.

My heart beats inconsistently.

Your presence makes me restless.

I fell for you.

Only to find out.

That you didn’t.