"I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme.I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh. Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
"(...)I hate it when you lie.
ResponderEliminar(...)But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
Enfim.. Era muito mais fácil se odiássemos quando nos fazem mal.. quando nos mentem.. mas não.. amamos.. e parece que cada vez mais..
BEIJO*