Inspired by The Blue Dress

She may have been lying when she said that she hated me. Part of my being wishes she is, and the other part of me is wishing she isn't. I love her, I do, but what happens if she's like. Maybe she does like me, loves me. Maybe she'd like to spend the rest of her life with me. Maybe she wants to have kids together and settle down in a nice suburban neighborhood together, grow old together. Or maybe not. Maybe she just hates my guts, for what I said for what I did. I said or did something to upset her and she's just been adding it up every single time Ive never said sorry. Now I can honestly say I don't know. Even to the best of all of the men in this worlds combined knowledge, I just don't know.