Hate.

I hate that you are the first thing I think about when I wake up.
I hate that you are the only thing on my mind when I try and sleep.
I hate checking my phone every 5 minutes, just to see if you've texted me.
I hate when I don't know what to say to you.
I hate that I can't tell you how I really feel.
I hate the fact that even after im no longer your coach, I probably wont tell you anything.
I hate that I feel bad every time we hug hug for a prolonged moment.
I hate knowing that when you tell me you love me, you mean that you are IN love with me.
I hate telling you I love you, and not knowing if you know what I really mean.
I hate that you are so easy to talk to.
I hate telling you I wont ever leave you, when I know its a lie.
I hate not being able to touch you... not even in my dreams.
I hate that I dream about you.
I hate myself for loving you.
I hate that sometimes I cant help but stare at you.
I hate the way you look at me.
I hate that I have a hard time controlling myself around you. Emotionally AND physically.
I hate when I slip up around you.
I hate the moments where I think I blow my cover.
I hate my jealousy.
I hate that you tease me by putting beautiful pics on facebook.
I hate that we were meant for each other.
I hate that im going to screw this up.
I hate it when you touch me.
I hate you not knowing what you do to me.
I hate the butterflies i get sometimes when I think about you.
I hate that I understand you.
I hate the way my heart skips a beat when you call or text me.
I hate that you are the most beautiful girl i've ever seen.
I hate that you dont think so.
I hate that you think im "gorgeous".
I hate that I want you all to myself.
I hate when you hurt.
I hate that I have ever hurt you.

I hate knowing that one day i'm going to break your heart...

I love you.