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"I hate you so God damn much." Well, what a way to start Valentine's Day. They weren't surprising words to hear. I knew he had to still be pretty stung over what happened. Even if it was five years ago. Five long years. I didn't know what to say back to that. The air in the cab seemed to get thicker as he stared at the floor, like he could drill his way deep into the ground and away from me with the power of his mind. Outside, rain pattered loudly, but despite its presence, the silence was thick enough to cut with a knife. "You're a prick, and you make me sick, so do me a favour and stay all the way over there, William." He spat my name

Hypothetical Let me present you With a hypothetical situation I'll tell you there's this guy Who I've fallen in love with And He's the greatest guy ever. Hypothetically. Every time He smiles, I laugh The sound of His voice calms me Even when I'm so upset And I love Him Hypothetically. He's absolutely perfect Well, call Him perfectly flawed I can always picture Him easily When I close my eyes, I see Him smile Hypothetically. Sometimes I just imagine Him Sitting next to me, talking to me It doesn't matter where we are It doesn't matter who's around We're together, and He's happy Not happier than I am, though! Hypothetical

Reverse It seems an impossible feat To stop thinking of you. I close my eyes, and there you are. I open them again, and you're nowhere. If only I could reverse that. Talking about it seems foolish. When so many others claim to be in love. Their love is fickle, it comes and goes. Mine doesn't, and won't for that matter. But...would it hurt less to reverse that? I find myself asking questions. What would I do for you? How far would I push myself for you? I live and die only for you. Would I miss the devotion, if I reversed that? You go on through your days, And I go on through mine. Though we are separated, we are still connec

To He Who Doesn't Know By: Alexandra M. Between the pages of an old book, I blow away the dust and look, Search for an answer to a question unknown, Craftily hidden in your sweet wails and moans. What's the secret word, that unlocks the key? Which page and paragraph will I see The answer I can find you, and search no more. When I find the secret word, will my dream come true? Though it may be impossible, it's a dream of you. On page sixty-seven, my fingers lie there. Amazed by the truth of the words, I stare. Love is the same, yet unique in it's own way. For every person, every lover, every day. If only I was so lucky, as to kn