All I want when she’s beside me,
Her love and care for that’s all I want.
I care when she’s melancholic and sick.
I love her.
Things changed as I grow up.
I understand every words.
I feel so unloved and pain.
But still I love her.
The time came that I fully known her.
Her personality that she kept all along.
Everything that she do make me furious.
Hatred... Hatred is all I feel not love.
I’ve done everything to make it change,
But the more I change the more hatred I feel.
I’m sorry but not sorry.
I hate you.