I hate that you‘re gorgeous. And that you look so damn good in every you wear. I hate that you have the cutest smile, and the most electrifying sense of humor. I hate that you are smart and charismatic. I hate that you haven’t moved away. And I hate that I want you.

And I think the thing I hate the most I that I’m so close to loving you, it hurts.

P.S. (You looked absolutely beautiful today)