Dear you,
I hate you. I really, really hate you. I hate you with my entire life. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I could scream those words to the entire world and have no regrets. Gosh, do you even know how good it feels to say those words? I hate you.
I hate you for being such an insufferable prick. I hate you for being so stubborn. I hate you for being second in classes. I hate you for making me write this. I hate you for making me feel this way. I hate you so much; I could spend the rest of my life shouting those words to the whole world.
I hate the way you talk to me. I hate the way you stare at me. I hate the way your beautiful silver eyes shine in both moonlight and sunlight. I hate the way you tease me. I hate the way you make me angry. I hate the way you make me cry. I hate the way you make fun of my friends and me. I hate everything about you.
I hate the way you see things. I hate the way you think you're God and all people are below you. I hate the way you look. I hate your blonde hair. I hate how it fell through your eyes perfectly. I hate how it's so soft. I hate the way you smile and smirk at me. I hate how you glare at me as you walk. I hate the way all of the girls swoon and worship you.
I hate the way you don't trust people that easily. I hate how you want to keep things to yourself. I hate how you think you can fix your problems by yourself. I hate the way you can't show your feelings out loud. Ugh, all of those make me frustrated; I could just throw you out of the window.
I hate you. I. Hate. You. I HATE YOU.
I hate you for taking my first kiss and then you just ran away. I hate how you left me like a useless doll. I hate how you think that you can just take me back. I hate you for making me fall so deeply in love with you. I hate you for leaving me behind twice. I hate you for not caring. I hate you for being such a womanizer.
Ugh, I hate myself for letting you take me back again. I hate myself for loving the way you smile and smirk. I hate myself for loving your hands. I hate myself for loving your hair. I hate myself for loving everything about you. I hate myself for missing you. I hate myself for loving you. I hate myself for remembering our past.
I hate myself so much, it hurts. And I hate you too.
I hate how I can't get you out of my mind. I hate how I can't move on from you. A prick. An insufferable, selfish, heartless prick.
But most of all, I love you. I love your husky voice, I love your blonde hair, and I love your beautiful eyes, and your smirk and smile. I love you. I hate you too. Always have. Always will.
Love,
Hermione Granger
"Damn you, Draco Malfoy," I mutter as I stare at the letter. "You better swallow your pride." I seal the letter to an envelope.
A/N: Okay, so this is a kind of a letter from me to my ex. But I just never have the guts to do so. And um yeah…
How do you heal a broken heart, anyway?