I should have kissed you when we were in the rain.

I wish you told me why. I have been helpless ever since. There has always been this lack of communication between us and I did not mind it with your lips on my neck but now...
I hate that I cannot hate you, and I hate that I cannot quite love you either. I used to both love you to death and hate you so much it made me feel alive. I thought that was passion. Now I call it 'he wasn't the right one for you, it wasn't right at all'.