dear bebi, i think i finally figured out what i hate most about us. i hate us when we're fighting. i hate how one small misunderstanding can make us feel so far away from each other. i hate seeing you hurt. i hate knowing that sometimes my words can be the reason you're crying. and honestly, i hate myself a little whenever i realize i've made you feel like you aren't loved. but i don't hate you. not even close. if there's anything i want to get rid of, it's not you. it's the version of us that forgets we're on the same team.