I still love the way you think. The way you smell, the way you smile, the way you care. I still love the way you kissed me. The way you held my hand, the way you laughed, the way you walked. I even still love the way you hate me. The way you caused me pain but always came crawling back. The way you chose sports over me. The way you never took me out on dates. I still love the way you lie. The way you hurt me. The way you threw me out like yesterdays garbage. I still love these things about you. For reasons that are unclear and insane. For reasons unexplainable. You killed me inside, but i loved that too. Don't you see? I loved everything you did. Good or bad. And the only reason why, that i can think of, is because i still love you.