I hate Leeron.
I hate how he always looks so carefree.
I hate how he always looks confused whenever I glare at him.
I hate how he keeps asking if he did something wrong.
I hate how he looks at me with such a smile that it's irritating.
I hate that I have to see him everyday.
Sometimes he catches me staring at him.
Then he gives me that confused look.
I want to slap him.
And I hate how he acts like everything is normal. And every day, I hate him a little more.
Not long ago, he asked me why I hated him.
I wanted to answer.
But I couldn't.
So I stared at him and walked away.
Sometimes I wonder if it'd be easier if I hated him for real.
Maybe then my chest wouldn't hurt every time I looked at him..
Maybe then I wouldn't keep watching him from across the classroom.
Maybe then I wouldn't care.
But I do.
That's why I hate him.
I hate him because he was mine first.
And now, I'm becoming a stranger to him.
.....
He's forgetting me...
If I knew this would happen, then I shouldn't have loved him.
And I hate him for doing this to me.
I hate that he made me love him.
Yet, I wish I really did hate him...
They already told us what would happen.
The moment I heard it...
Little by little.
Piece by piece.
Until there's nothing left.
Leeron doesn't know.
He still laughs.
He still smiles.
He still shines.
Still complains about school.
Still plans for tomorrow.
As if tomorrow belongs to him.
But I know the truth.
And the moment he woke up and slowly forgot about me...
was the moment everything fell apart.
I hate Leeron.
Every day, he's forgetting a little more.
I was too overwhelmed and frustrated that I couldn't face him with a happy smile like i usually do... So yes.
I hate Leeron.
.....
He doesn't have much time soon.
I hate that he's leaving...
I can't bear this. I'm slowly losing my mind. I hate that I don't know how to handle this..
And I hate that there's nothing I can do except to watch as he slowly let's go.
I hate Leeron.....