______Je Hate. The way he has to make fun of me. To pretend that I did not exist. He is so selfish. Annoying. It becomes hellish. Stupid is a word that describes. Infact he describes. At present. This approach misses me trying to knock me down. And just because I immersed myself in his eyes, he arrived there. And as always, his friends are laughing at me. It became a habit. I hate it, but I do not know why I can not help but watch. He has such beautiful eyes. His habit of talking as if he was always serious. When I listen to music while I think of him. When I'm not going so well and he asked me if it goes, and if not, there will always be. When he invites me to his birthday, where a special celebration and I'm the only girl he asked. When he speaks, just like that. When it is so nice to me. It is so sensitive ... and both so much. When I look at him and he does the same thing and it gives me a discreet wink of the eye. When I thought he loved me, perhaps, to see how he behaved with me. But no, he loves it. Too bad. If he is happy, that suits me. Even if I destroy from within. Since always and forever, I would like. Until my last breath. As if nothing had priority, except him. Except him. Because no one can just imagine how much I like him. How much I love him.