I hate...

I hate the fact that we don't talk like we used to. I hate the fact that I cry about you; even though you're not dead. I hate the way that we text now. I hate that I feel different when speaking your name. I hate that I'm jealous of a stranger. I hate everything about what's happening. I hate that our love doesn't feel the same. I hate that love isn't the same anymore. I don't know what to do anymore. And I really hate that one day, I may look in your direction, but you won't look in mine the same. I would hate for that day to come.