"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." [10 Things I Hate About You]
I think it's funny, how I feel that way about someone, and I can't get him off my mind. He's currently in the Navy far away from here, and I miss him. We've reconnected over the last couple weeks and everythings rushing back. The butterflies in the stomach, the goofy grin on my face when I see a picture of him, the hestitant yet excited click of the mouse when I get to talk to him... possibly elementary, but what if it's part of love?
[I may never find out... at least not with him.]
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