I hate the idea of you.
I hate the idea of you sleeping next to me.
I hate the idea of you wrapping your arms around my waist.
I hate the idea of you pulling me into your arms and rubbing my back.
I hate the idea of you kissing me gently while telling me that everything’s going to be okay.
But what I hate most, is that all those ideas are exactly what I (used) to like about you.
Fall in love when you are ready, not when you’re lonely.
This is basically my life story.