Love Letters.- Romano x ReaderMore Like This
I hate you.
I hate the way you laugh like everything is okay in the world, and the way you smile like the goddamn sun. I absolutely loathe the way you bite your lower lip and how your eyebrow quirks up when you’re confused or surprised. I hate how you can be kind and fun and weird at the same time. I hate how you leave footprints and not scars.
I dislike your smell, like a field of flowers and the ocean and maybe a little bit of the mountainside mingled into one. The way you move, the way you talk, revolts me. I hate your pranks and your jokes, and the way your lip lift up in a crooked half-smile.
I hate this. I hate you, and that you hate me. I hate how we tease each other and bully each other like we’re the worst enemies. I’m tired of always hating, of always pretending I don’t give a fuck about what happens to anyone, but the truth is the only person I really hate is me. I am made completely of spite, and that just makes me more spiteful. In fact