I hate you and how you made me happy but at the same time I can’t hate you. I know we can’t be anything but when I catch you staring at me it makes me believe that in some way we could be something. I think about what happened in July a lot, god I wish I could forget but I hope you think of it too and think of all of the years leading up to our little moment on the 4th. I hate that I can’t hate you. I hate that I don’t know if you hate me or not. I hate you.