I like how your hair is always messy. Its just so cool when you comb it with your hand. I like how you wear a worn out jeans. Its just so nice to know you don't effort that mush to look hot. I like how you absurdly wear your RayBand. It gives you that charming look.
LOVE.
I love how you're always there when i need you. It makes me feel that i'm the damsel in distress and you're my knight in shining armour complete with the cute white horse. I love how you wipe my tears when i cry. Its just so nice to know that someone cares. I love how you smile at me. It makes me feel its gonna be okay.
HATE.
But i hate whenever your phone rings. Because i know its her calling. I hate how you always answer it before i can beg you not to. I hate it that when you come back, all you have to say is, "i'm sorry i gotta go.". I hate it when you leave before i can say, "Please stay.". I hate it whenever i feel you betrayed me when you leave, because i know you are hers. It pains me when i wish i could be your someone. Because i know i'm just a friend. It pains me to see how you cry to me because of her. It just hurts to know that i'm just a friend. And most of all it pains me when you tell me, "Wouldn't it be easy when we just love each other?" just because she have hurt you too much. Your voice echoed my thoughts, only you said it with a laugh and thought about it with a tear.
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