I hate the way you talk
with a complexity
of curiosity
and intelligence.
Like me?

I hate the way you make me feel.
Feel everything, like my passions,
my devotion to them,
(my compassion towards myself)
as if I'm falling in love
with them all over again. (and myself?)

I hate the way you get me,
even when I try to hide.
You understand in a way
no one else ever could.
Or ever will?

I hate the way your eyes
mislead me
because I can never
seem to identify
their colour.

I hate the way you're able
to finish my thoughts.
Get out of my head.
Maybe I will gain clarity,
without you occupying my mind.

I hate the way you can get me
to talk about my hopes and dreams,
then letting me see your own.
And that I know now
I will miss watching you succeed.

I hate the way you remind me
of my favourite characters.
And the way I'll watch them now,
thinking of you.
Spoiler alert! The heartthrob
ends up with the wrong girl.

I hate the way I know I'll miss you,
and the fact I was the one to tell you to leave.
But frankly, I would do it again,
not because it's what I want,
not even close, not even a little bit,
not even at all.

But because in this story Heath Ledger
won't show up, with a brand new guitar, 
for the girl that would have made him
remember what it felt like
when the world seemed smaller.

With love,
Evangeline

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a/n: Inspired by the film "10 Things I Hate About You" (1999).