A/N: It's just a oneshot Loliver that came to mind...
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I'm sure it's not healthy, this way that I feel.
I hate how aggravating you are. I hate how clueless and dense you are. I hate those mesmerizing, blue eyes of yours…eyes that I get lost in every time that I look at you.
I hate that crooked, sincere smile that you reserve just for me. I hate how awkward and clumsy that you are. Always tripping over your own two feet, always saying the stupidest things. Sometimes it's embarrassing to be near you. I hate that.
I hate how you still stuff your face with crazy amounts of food, and yet you gain not an ounce. I hate how you're such a little kid, but such an adult, too. I hate how your voice is beginning to crack because it's about to undergo a change.
I hate how pretty you are. In fact, I envy it. Boys should not be allowed to be so gorgeous! I hate how flawless and beautiful your features are. And I hate how you taunt me, knowing that I am weak and vulnerable around you.
I hate how you continue to do those little things you do—smiling at me in that way, melting me with your eyes, holding your head up in overwhelming confidence…you kill me sometimes, are you aware of that?
More than anything, though, I hate that everything I hate about you is secretly everything that I love.