A Short But Cute Love Story

Made By: Potter-Jackson

"I hate you," She said, her eyes narrowed and her hands balling into fists, to prove her point.

"That's no new news to me." He replied, his eyes rested and hands folded. His calm composure deeply infuriated her, her glare hardened.

"At least you're aware."

"You remind me everyday."

Then there's me. Who reads their thoughts and knows exactly what they are thinking.

'I wonder if he would be so calm if I kissed him right now.'

'I wish she would kiss me right now.'

There's love in that hate.