I hate that he can call me and we can talk like we are best friends. I hate how happy I am when I talk to him. I hate how he makes me feel guilty for trying so hard to get over him. I hate that I have to pick up the phone every time I see that he is the one calling.... even though I tried changing his picture on my phone to something equivalent to "the worlds greatest loser." I hate how he makes me feel. I hate being strung along by him and so wrapped up in him. I hate! HATE! HATE! all the crap he put me through and all of the stupid emotional roller coasters I had to endure because he is so dang flip floppy on how he feels all the freaking time. He drives me crazy. I hate how I have been dating this guy and he doesn't compare to how I feel around him in the slightest. I hate the fact that I am not over him even though I say I am. I hate how jealous I am able to make him when I tell him I am dating other guys... because I love knowing that he is jealous. I hate how I know how wrong we are for each other and I hate how I sometimes wish we were still together. I hate how he is moving back to Colorado this summer and that we are going to be in same singles ward. I hate how badly I miss him. I hate how much I want to see him.
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