I never said I hate you.
He still looks at me blankly and completes:
''I wanted you to hate me.''
Hearing this makes me angry and I say:
''Do you have any idea how bipolar you are?''
I try to follow, but he stops me.
It would be easier. It's always easier when you're hating me, but... I can't live with it.
I look at him confused and he continues:
''After I kissed you....''
He runs his hand down his neck and confesses:
''Well, I wanted to kiss you again.''
I laugh.
Not because this is funny, more a nervous laugh at what I just heard.
I think he understands.
Right away my breath is burning in my throat for a while. He continues:
''So I had to act like an i***t because if you hated me it would make it easier for me. Believe me, I kno
