I love you so much. So much. More than anything. You are my whole world. The stars and the moon. You are the soft grass I walk on. You are the warm breeze that kisses my face in the spring. You are everything that is good. You are everything. I hate you. I hate you because I love you more. I hate that you are supposed to be mine, but it feels like you aren’t. I hate that you are supposed to love me, but you can’t say it. Not because the feelings aren’t there, but because you’re scared. I hate that you’re scared. I hate myself for not being able to show you that I would die for you. That I would do anything so that you could be pain-free. I would rip the beating heart out of my chest to save you. I hate you because I love you. I hate you because it hurts.