The good kind of hate. It’s like I can’t live with you sometimes, but then again I would hate to live in a world without you. I care about you far more than I should, therefore I hate you for making me feel that way. Don’t you hate that?! Stuck in the middle of never wanting to see his face again and feening for the warm carress of his hugs? There was a phase in my life where I had to deal with this type of situation. But I gotta tell you, it was good while it lasted :) I have a tiny extra feeling for you.