you’re like a fate. i know it’s abused of me to say that.

  i waited for your mail, for everything from you, for any updating, for your hand.

   “you know that when i hate you, it is because i love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.”

  maybe it’s not so bad yet - i mean – but i’ve begun to hate you.

(the quotation is by Julie de Lespinasse)