10 things I hate about you.

" I hate the way you talk to me. 
I hate the way you cut your hair. 
I hate the way you drive my car and the way you stare. 
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. 
I hate the way you are always right.
I hate the way when you lie. 
I hate it when you laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you are not around and in fact that you didn't call. 
But mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." 
(From "10 things I hate about you")
Dear,
I don't know when you will read these words. I keep this blog for myself and some others but not you. But deep in my mind, I still hope you can find it out, read it through, and realize I'm writing so many things for you.
A few days ago, I watched this movie, alone. When she read made-by-herself poem, I knew I also wanted to tell you the same. Many times, I just want to text you something, I just want to say I hate you, I just want to give up waiting for you, just want to stop my checking-gmail-everyday routine.
But I can't. Just because there is a place for you in my heart, as always. And regardless how much I want to kick your image out of that heart, your name is still there, which proves the fact that's your place...
Dear, are you my hostile? Why do you keep making my heart skip a beat whenever I see something of you? Even when I slept, even when I felt like I was coma, I saw you in my dream, such a long dream.You appeared, and told me: "Promise me you will be fine, dear."
I wish someone could barge in your place, then steal the key, and that place no longer is yours.
Dear... Do you know all of these things?
Dear... Do you feel the same as I feel?

Dear... I miss you though...