I hate everything about her.

From her head to her toes, I hate it all.

Her smooth, silky hair that cascades around her shoulders.

Her face perfect to me in every way.

I hate how her eyes sparkle and shine at me.

I hate how her cheeks turn red when she is embarassed.

How her cute nose wrinkles when she is annoyed.

How her lips smile at me making me flustered.

I hate the way she makes me nervous when she slips her hand into mine, making a perfect fit.

I hate the way she skips around making me want to skip with her, wanting to be a child again.

I hate how her heart found mine and connected to it.

I hate that she made me break my promise to myself: Never to love again.

But she did and  I hate her for making me fall in love once again.