I hate him.

I hate his green eyes that say they know the truth when I lie to him. I hate his smile that seem to go away even when everything is horrible. I hate his voice that's always telling me it's all right, calling me his Lovi.

I hate how those eyes that know make me shiver when they look into my hazel ones. I hate how I find myself smiling back at that stupid grin. I hate how that voice makes my heart beat that much faster when it calls me his Lovi.

I hate how I love him.

I hate how I tell myself it's not true, how I push him away when all I want to do is pull him closer. But I know that he doesn't, couldn't, love me back so maybe if I tell myself I hate him, I will.

So far, I don't.

I hate the sleepless nights I spend beside him, in his bed, watching his peacefulface in the moonlight and wishing, hoping, he could love me back.

But he doesn't.

Does he?

I hate tonight the most. Today he asked me why he never sees me with any pretty ladies. I had to push back my tears, again, scowl and tell she was home in Italy.

Tonight, after he fell asleep, I found myself crying, again, wishing I wasn't such a coward, wishing I could of told him the truth.

But I didn't.

And now I have something new to hate.

Myself.

Now, I hear him sit up but he doesn't move from the bed like I thought he would. I pretend to sleep until his soft voice speaks up.

"Lovi, why are you crying?"

I hate how he cares so much but doesn't even know it's his fault.

I continue to pretend because maybe he'll get bored and go back to sleep.

I hate it when I'm wrong.

"Lovi." He rolls me over and before I have the chance to squeeze my eyes shut, to even yell, his wide green meet my tearing brown. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

I hate the sudden words that come next.

"You're what's wrong, idiot!" I shout then throw the sheets over my face. After a moment of silence I peek over the blankets at him. He looks confused.

I hate how beautiful that looks on him.

He shakes his head. "I-I don't understand, Lovi."

I hate what I'm about to do.

In a blur of movement, I sit up, grip his shoulders and push him onto the bed with me sitting over him. "I love you, god damn it!" I hate the look of disgust that's probably on his gorgeous features so I squeeze my eyes closed, fending off tears.

"Lovi..." I hear him whisper. His warm hands moving my face make me shiver. His hot breath against my lips drive me crazy. His lips pressing against mine send me to heaven. I press back, winding my arms around his neck as my fingers tangle in his chocolate tresses.

I hate how Ive wanted this for so long and now it ends so fast.

"Lovino, I love you too."

I hate how good those words feel.

I hate how that gentle smile makes me grin back, almost laughing from sheer joy.

I hate how my stomach keeps flipping inside of me.

But I love him.

This idea has been on my mind for a long time now but I couldn't figure out what to do with it. I decided against putting smut in here, for once, because it was just to cute to do that so I put in T because I had no clue where to put it ^^;;

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