I don't hate you.
I don't like…
Damn.
I can't say it.
Not yet at least.
It takes a while to let go.
Ugh.
Letting go.
That is the main reason I don't open up.
Because the answer is usually the inevitable.
No.
It's never a direct answer, though.
You insist on wasting my time.
Taking me up, down, left and right.
To and fro.
What's the sense in that?
Say no and I'll be on my way.
It's like doing long division
When you have a calculator.
Taking a cab to a place one block away.
It's unnecessary, but you do it anyway.
So for now, I don't hate you.
But I don't like….
Damn.

The Truth is dat i like u!
Damn...
it actaually took me a whole year u say dat
And now, i told u
and u pay me back by making me jealous
Though, i still don't hate u!