Let Me Count the Ways

I hate the way you look at me.
I hate the way you touch me.
I hate the way you notice my eyes.
I hate the way you like my clothes.
I hate the way you tell me I'm beautiful.
I hate the way you smell.
I hate the way your eyelids lower when you're tired.
I hate the way you talk to me.
I hate the way you smile.
I hate the way you hide your yawns.
I hate the way you always make an effort to contact me.
I hate the way you express how you feel.
I hate the way you appreciate me.
I hate the way you miss me.
I hate the way you make me feel.
I hate the way you give.
I hate the way you acknowledge my presence.
I hate the way you hold me.
I hate the way you think.
I hate the way you enjoy the things in life.
I hate the way you make me laugh.
I hate the way you comfort me to sleep.
I hate the way you bring a smile to my face.
I hate the way you kiss me.
I hate the way you desire to be around me.
I hate the way you communicate.
I hate the way you treat others.
I hate the way you care.
I hate the way you stand so closely to me.
I hate the way you move.
I hate the way you massage me.
I hate the way you show your enjoyment.
I hate the way you look when you're in deep thought.
I hate the way you make my brain empty.
I hate the way you turn me on effortlessly.
I hate the way you dance.
I hate the way you stimulate my mind.
I hate the way you make me lose all motor function.
I hate the way you don't judge.
I hate the way you listen to every word.
I hate the way you laugh.
I hate the way you make me giddy beyond control.
I hate the way you easily get distracted.
I hate the way you squint your eyes when you smile.
I hate the way you are yourself.
I hate the way you speak of those you care for.
I hate the way you ridiculously complement me.
I hate the way you make my lips tremble when I'm around you.
I hate the way you force me to talk to you.
I hate the way you make me glow.
I hate the way you impacted my life thus far.
I hate the way you make me want all my friends to meet you.
I hate the way you move your hands when you talk.
I hate the way you live so close to me.
I hate the way you always offer for me to stay over.
I hate the way you caress me.
I hate the way you cook.
I hate the way you compliment me.
I hate the way you forget things.
I hate the way you remember things.
I hate the way you make me feel poetic.
I hate the way you stay up so late for me.
I hate the way you tell me "Sweet dreams" every night.
I hate the way you make my life so much better.
I hate the way you twitch when you fall asleep.
I hate the way you make me feel comfortable to tell you so much.
I hate the way you tell me stories of your life.
I hate the way you surprise me by doing things I've always wanted someone to do.
I hate the way you enjoy the same things I do.
I hate the way you ask me the best questions.
I hate the way you pick up on hints.
I hate the way you can't help to kiss me.
I hate the way you make me want to share so many moments with you.
I hate the way you make it impossible for me to say no.
I hate the way you always have interesting plans for us.
I hate the way you are patient with me and my desires.
I hate the way you are influenced by me.
I hate the way you don't care how others see you.
I hate the way you speak your mind.
I hate the way you move your lips.
I hate the way you eat.
I hate the way you possess my vivid mind.
I hate the way you live in my thoughts of the future.
I hate the way you defy my lack of desire for a relationship.
I hate the way you talk to your dogs.
I hate the way you have excellent instincts.
I hate the way you let me ramble.
I hate the way you make sounds when enjoy something.
I hate the way you show your passion.
I hate the way you talk when you get tired.
I hate the way you lead your life.
I hate the way you love your job.
I hate the way you respect and accept others.
I hate the way you make time for me.
I hate the way you can dig deeper into the core of people.
I hate the way you are true to yourself.
I hate the way you make my heart race.
I hate the way you hold my hand.
I hate the way you keep close contact when we sleep.
I hate the way you let me cry.
I hate the way you understand me.
I hate the way you have this youthful expression on your face when you're happy.
I hate the way you take my breath away.
I hate the way you kiss my neck.
I hate the way you repeatedly tell me what you like about me.
I hate the way you respect me.
I hate the way you have an open mind.
I hate the way you recognize my accomplishments.
I hate the way you never make me feel uncomfortable.
I hate the way you encourage my growth.
I hate the way you touch the small of my back.
I hate the way you show me new things.
I hate the way you want to take me to places.
I hate the way you tell others about me.
I hate the way you feed me.
I hate the way you watch me when I'm not looking.
I hate the way you always make an effort to touch me.
I hate the way you live in the moment.
I hate the way you breathe into my ear.
I hate the way you make me feel this passion will last a long time.
I hate the way you make this list never-ending.
I hate the way you want to know my bliss.
I hate the way you touch the back of my thighs.
I hate the way you appreciate the little things.
I hate the way you came into my life.
I hate the way you are in my dreams.
I hate the way you get caught up in conversations and lose track of time.
I hate the way you lay with me and watch the sky.
I hate the way you include me.
I hate the way you have me double checking every 4runner on the street.
I hate the way you admire my passion, my empathy, me.
I hate the way you enjoy excuses to touch me and to look into my eyes.
I hate the way you express your happiness of my presence.
I hate the way you take the time to ask how I am.
I hate the way you look when you get glitter in your beard and don't mind it a bit.
I hate the way you stop what you're doing and smile every time I pick something off of you.
I hate the way you listen to the little things I feel like saying.
I hate the way you never make me feel inferior or less intelligent.
I hate the way you treat me.
I hate the way you talk to me when my hearing aids are out.
I hate the way you like when I cuss.
I hate the way you pay for dinner.
I hate the way you enjoy and respect nature.
I hate the way you mix textured food together.
I hate the way you kiss my ears.
I hate the way you don't view my obsessiveness as a bad thing.
I hate the way you repay every kindness and compliment.
I hate the way you touch me to get my attention before saying something.
I hate the way you have me opening a dictionary on several occasions.
I hate the way you changed your phone plan.
I hate the way you write.
I hate the way you are actively interested in my life.
I hate the way you truly pay attention to me.
I hate the way you are detail oriented.
I hate the way you say your dogs' names.
I hate the way you brush my hair back with your hands.
I hate the way you don't make me feel jealous at all.
I hate the way you let certain things remind you of me and tell me about them.
I hate the way you point out my good traits.
I hate the way you have already met some of my friends and family members, who all think highly of you.
I hate the way you are honest.
I hate the way you don't mind my continuous texting.
I hate the way you are determined to do what you want to do.
I hate the way you always make sure if I need a drink or food.
I hate the way you invite me to meet your mom.
I hate the way you don't mind doing anything and nothing at all.
I hate the way you got me bragging about you.
I hate the way you rub my calves.
I hate the way you inspire me.
I hate the way you don't complicate my life.
I hate the way you can easily talk to people.
I hate the way you are clumsy.
I hate the way you say the sweetest things.
I hate the way you tease me probably without knowing it.
I hate the way you can relate to me.
I hate the way you lick your lips when you talk.
I hate the way you keep me near.
I hate the way you tell me things you may not tell others.
I hate the way you don't criticize me.
I hate the way you love music and art.
I hate the way you don't let my age bother you.
I hate the way you share yourself with me.
I hate the way you breathe.
I hate the way you enjoy my skin.
I hate the way you truly are the one I deserve.
I hate the way you let me be me.
I hate the way you have no idea how much more I could say.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.