out of the evergreen

I remember thinking that I could be the girl who would change your ways, the girl who would turn you from heartbreaker to heartbroken. I thought you would die for me but it turned out to be the other way around.

Contrary-wise.

I love this word. I keep watching all those couples on the streets and television and the internet and I can't help but think about you every second. I hate hearing your name. I hate remembering everything you said to me and all the promises you broke. I hate that you're nothing like me but I still can't help but loving you more than my own life. I wish I could hate you. I wish I could hate your smile, your eyes, your music taste, favorite movies, series, your smell, your letter, the way you sit down, your slimness, clothes, hair, smile, voice, skin, face, nose, cheeks, arms, hands, your skinny hands, nails, breasts, belly, bones, legs, knees, feet, your thin legs.
I hope you liked me enough to miss me.
Liked.
Like. I hate this word. I hate the way you said "I like you, but...". I love you. And you said you """""""""like"""""""'" me. I hate this. I hate how you say those words with such disdain.
I wish you'd stayed. I wish I had stayed.