I hate these two. And I am not kidding.
I hate you because you are the alpha and omega of my own love life’s existence. I hate it because you are the cause-and-effect of my romantic fix. I hate you because you are the reason behind my every smile and giggle and sadness and bruise and pain. But I hate myself more because darn it, I let you.
I hate you because you are so achingly irresistible that the mere attempt of getting you out of my system would cause all of my body organs, especially my heart, to fail.
I hate you because I can’t stay cold towards you for long. I can’t stand seeing you together and act as if I were disinterested. Because the truth of the matter is, you are always going to tickle my soft spot. I hate the fact that no matter how I try to portray a callous exterior, you know that I will always be captivated and I will remain forever interested in you.
I hate you because there are no other tandems in the world who are quite like you. I hate you because even if I tell everyone that I am done with you, my objective cues would tell otherwise. A part of me will always be rooting to see you share that stage, up in lights, being the rap-and-rhythm that you are. And I hate this feeling.
I hate you because I. don’t. get you. (And I don’t think I ever will). I hate it because you are too hard to decipher that even Edward Cullen won’t be able to read you. And that’s what makes you so irritatingly wonderful to me.
I hate you because you lure me into a valley of emotions that I fondly call bipolarity. I hate you because one time I’m so determined to get over you but in the next minute, I see your too-cute-and-too-adorable photos and too-wonderful-to-put-into-words production numbers, and I ended up loving you more.
I hate you because I don’t understand why I have to invest so much time and emotions and effort on you. I want to stop obsessing, but at the same time I like obsessing. Is any of this natural? Or is it unhealthy? It seems so-petty-and-silly-you-just-cannot-buy-it but it has such a legitimate weight in my heart. I don’t know.
I hate you because you are reel. And I would love to hate you more because you make it feel so real. Shoot me to the core but I know it is. Real. And you are, too. Real.
I hate you because after everything that has happened, I know in my heart, “na sa JuliElmo pa rin ang bagsak ko.” And I hate you, because I love you like that.
And yes, I hate you because this is crazy. I hate it because this messy, ugly art of feeling is, after all, beautiful.
I hate it because for the record, they are all true.
I hate to say this, but I love you.
Julie and Elmo, I hate that I love you so.
I was recently listening to the song, “Hate That I Love You” and it occurred to me that damn, how in the world did you guys skip this song?!!! In 3 years?! Lol. But yeah I’m dying to hear you sing this song someday, if not so soon.