Is it because you know that I'm going to want to hug you and smile and laugh? Is it because the idea of me happy repulses you? Is it because you hate it when I touch you?
I know you hate it when I say I love you. I know you hate it when I hug you.
But it's so easy to pretend that I don't notice because I thrive on the reactions from you.
You said once that nothing you said ever made a difference; I hope you never find out how wrong you were.