I'm in love with you. In love with the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way the sunlight catches your hair. In love with the way you curl up next to me when it rains. The way you talk in whispers, like you don't want the clouds to hear you. I love how you hum quietly when the rain stops. How you say you aren't scared of thunder but walk around with a blanket once the clouds get dark.

I'm in love with you. I love to watch you sleep. You breathe so quiet and so slow, but i know your mind is restless. I love how you mutter about the most random things, how you toss and turn but lay still when i stroke your hair. I love how some days you refuse to go to sleep until i sing to you.

I'm in love with you, but...i hate that you go out on fridays. I hate that you come back at 3am reeking of alcohol and cheap cologne. I hate that you can't even be bothered to lie to me about what you were doing. I hate that i can't bring myself to leave you for it, and i hate that you know that.

I'm in love with you, but...i hate that you never listen to me. I hate the way you brush off things that bother me. I hate that cold look in your eyes when i try to talk about them anyway. I hate just how little i seem to mean to you. But most of all, i hate how much i love you.