I Hate You. I Love You.

I hate you. I can’t understand why you’re the way you are, but I hate it. Looking at you makes my skin crawl, my throat turn sore and my fists clench. Why do you speak the way you do? In that annoying voice that makes me shudder. Why do you stand that way? A dull and insignificant stature, it fits your personality perfectly. You are pointless, you have no friends and no-one cares for or about you. You’re alone in this world, and it’s your fault.
I despise you with such a passion that it gives me energy. Every aspect of your pesky personality brings out of me a different kind of hatred. You’re boring. You’re irritating. You’re putrid. You wonder why no-one likes you. Well I’m telling you. You’re plaguy and clingy. You’re overbearing and stuck up.
Everyone dislikes you. But I hate you.

I love you. You’re wonderful and brilliant. The resplendent aura surrounding you keeps everyone around you happy. Every time my gaze comes across your beautiful face a new love for you is born inside me. Everything about you is fantastic; your eager eyes shine with enthusiasm. Your pretty smile, from which your dainty giggle skips out, is big and out of proportion to your soft face. But don’t worry – it’s simply a comforting reminder of how you are always excited and always happy.
Your delicate, celestial skip carries you around like the perfect angel you are. When others are down you bring them up. When others are sad u make them feel happy. Around you, everyone feels laudable, included and wanted. You encourage and inspire everyone you can.
You are a fleshy embodiment of pure happiness, I love you.