and in the end,

i wish we hated each other. it would make my life so much easier. i wish we were more different. we are too similar. i hate that we can both tell that we can’t be together, alone. nothing good could come out of it. just hurt feelings and messy consequences. same as last time, you know? so, no. that coffee date isn’t going to happen. you and i both know that. so why is this uneasy feeling still in the air?