i

'Dear Ry,

I hate you. I hate you
because you left me in the cruellest way
possible, you know that, right?

I hate you because it's
me sitting here typing this in the early
mornings of a tuesday (3:32 a.m. to be
exact), not you.

I hate you because I'm
delusional, angry, and confused about
how i should be feeling towards you.

I hate you because...
i hate you because i don't really hate
you at all.'

love. sadness. nostalgia.