I love you, but I hate you at the same time.
I hate how you keep avoiding me and the way you talk to me so dryly.
I really thought that if we couldn’t be together, at least we could’ve been friends — that’s what you told me.
Now I feel like I hate you more than I love you.
There’s no 'maybe next time.' Stop hesitating—just do it. Ask out the girl you like. Try the things you want to try. If you don’t, one day you’ll realize you’ve run out of time… and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.
You're like a door that is too far no matter how close i get to it and when I try to go the other way it feels like it's getting closer to me but when I turn back it's still there and I feel that even if I could reach the door it would be locked.