I hate the way I look at him. I hate the way I care so much about him. I hate the way I care what he thinks about me. I hate the way I overthink every little interaction with him. I hate the way I feel when I think about him. I hate the way he calls my name. I hate the way I like him. I hate the way I think he's perfect. I hate the way we don't talk anymore like we used to do. And most of all, I hate the fact that he'll be back soon.