I swear to god I hate her.. But I also love her. No matter what she does or what she says I can't stay mad at her. I hate her for that, truly I do. But I can't get enough of her. We hardly talk, yet I can never stop talking about her, even if it's just to myself. When we do talk it's always dramatic in some way at some point, yet I just can't say goodbye with a forever meaning to it. She hates me, she really and truly hates me to my core, at least I believe she does. Why can't I shake the memories? Why can't I shake this empty feeling after so long? Why does it feel like I'm home when I talk to her still..? Most of all though.. why does it feel like she feels the same way?