Literature
Sometimes
"Sometimes"
Sometimes it hurts, looking into your eyes and realizing, again, just how passionate out hatred is. Only sometimes, randomly, hitting me as if the idea were tangible, as if it knew when it would hurt the most. Looking into your eyes, and feeling emotion welling up within me... I feel myself hesitate. I know it's not much, but I wonder what would've happened in another reality. Another place, another time, where instead of hating you for our differences I could... oh, I don't know.
I know there must be something wrong with me, but I can't help but noticing that what my cousin once said is right. When I go to push you, I know I co