You went on your date. To my disappointment, you said it went well

At least you were happy.

A week later, you brought her home. Welcomed her into our house like she was family. Introduced her to everyone.

I tried as hard as I could to completely and totally hate her.

But she was too damn nice. She didn't say anything when I cut her off, or when accidentally spilled a drink on her dress. It was a nice dress. I probably ruined it.

You just sat there for a second. You were waiting for her to react. When she brushed it off, you brushed it off.

I bet if she got mad you would've got mad. At me. For being clumsy.

Shay is really pretty. Probably why you like her so much.

You tend to side with whatever's better looking.

"So Maxx tell me about yourself." Shay asked while you and the boys were 'making food'.

"Why." I replied, still trying to hate her. And failing.

"Just cause I for see myself being here in the future."

My brain wanted to tell her to fuck off and never come back again. But my heart knew that was petty and wrong.

I told her a few thing about me. The conversation was very pleasant. She had a good sense of humor.

I liked Shay.

If I hated her it would be so much easier to convince myself you would quickly leave her. You would find a reason you cant stand to be in her presence.

I could convince myself

You could actually love me.

Liking her made it so much h a r d e r.

She's likable, a person anyone would like to keep around. A person you would keep around. A person you could l o v e.

I can't lie to myself when the mask of hatred isn't there: You don't want me.

You want Shay.

To have Shay

You can't

Leave her.