Hate

I really hate the fact that despite all the advice I was giving that logic states I shouldn't, I want to.

I really hate the fact that when I think of you, a smile grows on my face.

I really hate the fact that you've signed, sealed, and delivered the invite.

I really hate the fact that your invite is being considered.

I really hate the fact that despite your scars, you seem to be everything I want.

I really hate the fact the tension could climax soon.

I really hate the fact that wonder how things would be if we joined forces.

I really hate the fact that I've imagined a future... our future.