Dear Boy,

I hate how it felt the first time I saw you.
I hate how it felt when you first touched me.

I hate how many butterflies crawled up my throat
and pulled on my tongue when you first said my name.

I hate how you smiled the first time you kissed me.
And I really hate how you made me smile the first time you did it right.

I hate how you said the things you said but never really meant it.
I hate even more how much I believed you.

I hate how I miss the sound of your heartbeat beating against my ear.
I hate how I miss the smell of your cologne when you would wrap your arms around me.

I hate how sometimes I still feel the urge to call you when something funny happens.
And when I do by mistake I have to hang up before you answer.

I hate how sometimes you walk into my dreams.
And always the ones I can't seem to stop dreaming.

I hate how we talk sometimes.
But eventually won't talk at all.

I hate how every song on the radio reminds me of you.
And I hate how your name seems to be on ever billboard I pass.

I hate how your ring is still in my bedroom.
And I hate how it still fits my finger.

I hate how simply walking with you defined me.
And I hate how I feel a little lost without you.

But most of all...
I hate how you completed my life.

By leaving it.