10 Reasons Why I Hate You Updated 〈PLUS〉

It’s not loud or polite. It’s the kind of laugh that starts as a snort and ends as a wheeze. I hate that I can still hear it in crowded rooms where you’re not standing.

It’s not empty. It’s heavy. It sits on my chest at 2 a.m. wearing your old hoodie. I hate that you don’t have to be here to be everywhere. 10 reasons why i hate you

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That cracked bench near the bus stop. The 24-hour diner with bad coffee. Now I can’t walk past them without my chest tightening. You ruined geography. It’s not empty

I never did. I hate that I can’t hate you. I hate that after everything—the silence, the distance, the pretending to be fine—if you showed up at my door right now, I’d still let you in. And you probably know it.

You helped strangers change tires. You apologized to furniture when you bumped into it. You once drove forty minutes to return a wallet. I hate that you made it impossible for me to settle for someone just “nice enough.”