I lay all the things I hate about you on a line.
Your indecisiveness, your way of dealing with the things you’re scared of.
The way you treated me when I was most vulnerable.
Your reading repulsion.

I looked at them, then looked at you.

Laughing, I imagined booping your nose.
I’d put up with anything.
Just for that boop.

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