Hate=Love

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive the car.

I hate it when you stare, 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.

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.

- Ten Things I Hate About You