I hate running.

I hate the way my legs ache after I push myself really hard.
I hate the way my lungs and heart speed up when I pass someone.
I hate the way my stomach feels when my friends cheer for me.

I hated her the way I hate running.

the way she would smile and wave her hands around when she was talking about something she was passionate about.

the way her smile was so contagious and I was the only one around to see it.

I hated the way she would make my heart think I was running 19 miles.
I hated the way she made my lungs feel like they had grown flowers; because although the flowers looked nice, I really couldn't breathe.
I hated the way my friends were allowed to tease me about liking her, yet she remained oblivious.

Why does she get to like other boys while I'm stuck fantasizing a relationship that could never happen. Stuck suffocating because I'm surrounded by the sweet simple words that escape her smile.
Let her feel the pain of seeing someone she cares for dismiss the efforts she makes just to go run off with some dude who's 6'4.
What do I care anyway if the next boyfriend breaks her heart, let him tear her feelings apart the way she did mine?
see how I still follow her around as if maybe one day, it'll be different this time?
I love her man i'm telling you I love her.
Out of all the wonders of the world I tell you she is the best wonder.
I wonder, why I can't accept that she doesn't like me back.
I love her.
Scratch that I loved her. She's told me time and time again, I only see you as a brother.
I respect that so I'll say I loved her

So let's just face the facts.

I loved her the same way I loved the track. Although I loved the track, the track was incapable of loving me back.