Love/Hate

Love/Hate
20/02/03

He hates the word love just as much as I hate writing on the back of
paper that already has writing on. He said to me once that he loved me,
a few seconds later he said he didn't know for sure. He hates love. I
don't know why I persisted in wanting his love and affection- something
I knew I couldn't get. Wanting that hotel room we'd always dreamed
about. He hates love, so he hates me.