So there's this guy named Frank. He's like my best friend and yeah, sadly, I like him. He knows about it and has been teasing me about it for the last 3 years. Today we talked nonstop for 4 hours. We talked about the most stupidest things ever. But I didn't care, as long as I'm able to talk to him.

When I told him I was mad at him and hated him, he sent me a picture of this stuffed animal I gave him for his birthday. And it made me smile. I thought he threw it out because when I gave it to him, he had a girlfriend. But he didn't. It made me really happy.

Throughout the conversation, he would call me names. And I didn't hate it. 

One of those names was "My Asian"

That really made me smile. 

But I still hate him.

Because he knows I like him.