What I hate about you

I like the way he dresses, studied nonchalance of a bad boy that doesn’t care

I like the way he smells, unique scent that leaves me breathless

I like the way he smiles, crooked playful smile as if he knew all secrets of my heart

I like the way he looks at me when I talk to him unceasingly to hide my nervousness

I like the way he talks, his deep and low voice contrasting with his slang

I like the way he stays silent when I need to talk or when I need to think

I like the way he understands what I feel without me saying a word

I like the way he knows when I need him by my side to comfort me

I like the way he teases me gently and plays with me when I’m grumpy

I like the way he walks, confident that the sun will shine after the rain

I love him.

But…

I hate the way he dresses to go on a date with her

I hate the way he wears the perfume she bought him

I hate the way he smiles at her as if they were alone in the world

I hate the way he looks at her losing himself in her eyes

I hate the way he whispers love in her ears

I hate the way he stays silently staring at her while she talks

I hate the way he understands me so well but is so blind of my feelings

I hate the way he knows what to do so that I can’t hate him anyhow

I hate the way he teases me and plays with my heartbeats while holding her hands

I hate the way he walks, confidently as a happy man that found his reason to live

I hate him but my heart doesn’t understand that.