Hating you. Part 2.

Let’s start at the beginning. I fell in love, he hurt me. That’s all. It’s quite easy to remember. “I love you” he said with a creepy grin. I never liked being told that. It made everything so awkward. “That’s nice…” I told him. “I love your yellow teeth”
“Really. That’s not how to tell a girl you love her” Complete stranger saying I have yellow teeth. That’s insulting. I felt the need to find a mirror quick and examine my “yellow” teeth.
“I love your hair” “I must admit, my hair is nice” I answered, very proud of my lustrous locks. “Yes, your hair is very ugly” is what he told me. He was charming in a weird way.

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