Note: Okay, so this is short and simple. It's just been sitting here on my desktop sticky note (because this is how I write everything), so I figured why not post it...so yeah, enjoy?
She hates him. She hates his stupid smirk, the cocky attitude that he so easily owns. She hates his obvious disregard for her feelings and his self-absorbed nature. She hates that he can break her so easily, and that he does so, so often.
She hates his eyes, the way they draw her in even when she is so dead-set on hating him. She hates how he is so much like her that sometimes she thinks they might actually be the same person. She hates that he can make her believe she is beautiful; that he is maybe the only person who can make her feel alive.
She hates that he can make her feel loved, and she hates that he can't say it. She hates that he won't even try, not really. She hates him for that. She hates the possibility gnawing at the back of her mind, that tells her that maybe he can't say it because he doesn't love her. She hates not knowing. She hates uncertainty.
She hates that he doesn't fit into her plan. She hates that he's not a prince, she hates that he doesn't treat her like a princess. She hates that he calls her 'princess.'
She hates how much she misses talking to him, bickering with him, yelling at him and teasing him. She hates how much she worries about him, even though she knows he's fine now. She hates that she told him she was done, when all she does is sit around, hating him.
She hates that she isn't done, wasn't done, and will probably never be done.
She hates that he hasn't tried to fight for her.
She hates that she thinks about him all the time.
She hates that he might not think about her, ever.
She hates that he makes her doubt herself.
She hates him so much, and she has every reason in the world.
She hates how much she loves him – really, truly loves him. She hates that she loves him so completely and totally, unquestioningly and irrevocably. She hates that he doesn't get it.
She hates that he's walking towards her now, for the first time in months, and she hates that look in his eyes because it's scaring her and breaking her resolve.
She hates that her voice wavers when she greets him, and she hates that he smirks before growing serious again.
She hates that she isn't walking away, she hates that instead she's losing herself in those eyes that she already hated for the damn effect they have on her.
She hates that he's touching her now, and she hates that she's not stopping him. She hates that her heart is beating so fast and that her cheeks are heating up.
She hates that he knows what he's doing to her, and she hates how she can tell he's enjoying it.
She hates the hurt in his features when she finally pushes him away, the emotions he tries to hide under his arrogance. She hates the way he's saying her name as she turns, she hates the way he's following her regardless of how many times she tells him not to.
She hates that he thought he could leave her with only a note. She hates that he thinks she deserves better. She hates that when he came back, he started to prove himself right.
She hates that he pushed her away then, and that he's chasing her now.
She would hate him even more if he didn't chase her.