I used to want to know everything that you do.
and I used to love every inch of you:

I loved how you laughed and how it sounded like you spoke out "hahaha" one by one syllable;
I loved how you played with words like a spelling bee prodigy;
I loved how you stared at me when you made a joke with a straight face;
I loved the bond that you and your best buddies had and what you guys did;
I loved the gap between what other people see and what only I can see;
I loved the fact that there was a hole in your heart that no one could fill up, even I;
I loved the moment that you were turned on by me;
I loved you being alive, breathing, eating, walking, speaking, singing, drawing, writing,  sleeping, whispering, hugging, kissing, entering, collapsing, and crying;
I loved you being you.
I loved me loving you.
I loved you loving me.
I loved us.


Now,
I do not miss any corner of you.
I do not want to know anything that you do.

You turned me into a hater.
You do remember that it was always you.



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