Being in love...

...fucking sucks. I hate it.

That's not strictly true. I hate being in love and knowing nothing's ever going to happen. I hate the way I can't stop thinking about her. I hate the way it keeps eating at me. I hate the fact that I can't say anything to her, because it'll run the risk of damaging the friendship we're building. I hate it when people ask me if we're together when we're in the pub. I hate the way I keep getting the feeling that we're dancing around each other. I hate the way I can't hold her. I hate it that she can make me smile by just sitting next to me. I hate the fact that I know I'll never wake up next to her in the morning, and realise why I fell in love with her in the first place.

I hate it.

I wish I could hate her.


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