I can’t put a finger on it, and maybe I don’t want to. What if I find out why, and realize that I’m wrong? That it’s not the end of the world? That we may very well get along after all? I hate being wrong. What if it’s something about me that I don’t like, and you just happen to remind me of it? What if I find out that
I don't like you
I don't like you
I don't like you
I can’t put a finger on it, and maybe I don’t want to. What if I find out why, and realize that I’m wrong? That it’s not the end of the world? That we may very well get along after all? I hate being wrong. What if it’s something about me that I don’t like, and you just happen to remind me of it? What if I find out that