I hate that I still want to talk to you, be your friend, and hang out with you. You were so toxic, and I really hate that you changed. You even told me one night you paced your kitchen calling me a stupid bitch because I broke up with you. How could I want that around me?

I hate myself for imagining us laughing, sharing jokes, and hanging out once more. I hate that I miss you, and i hate that I still platonically love you.