I hated the fact that you were taller than me. It's been so long since anyone was taller than me.

 I hate that you can fit more food in your mouth than me.

 Everyone liked you better.

 You had so many great friends in SME and I was alone.

 You were the only one who talked to me and befriended me.

 Worse still, I never got a chance to fully hate you because you told me I was pretty.

 AND you told me that all of that didn't matter because all you wanted was my affection.
HOW AM I NOT MEANT TO LIKE YOU THEN?