I hate it when I walk through my kitchen, I'd see you sitting in the arm chair in the corner of the living room, watching the television.
I hate it when I sat on the dining table, imagining you playing dota right in front of me where you usually sits and reminiscing all those good times we had.
I hate it when I walk in my mom's room, remembering those times you slept over at my place.
I hate it remembering all those times we look like we were a married couple, when I waited for you to come home from your work, welcoming you with a huge hug, giving you a massage to lessen up your tense, cook you dinner when you're hungry and spend all night cuddling.
I hate it every time I walk around the campus, having to see your shadow ever inch of the corner.
I hate it when people ask about things when all of it involves with you,
I hate it when I park the car at the parking lot, I would search for your car like I used to when I know it is impossible for you to be there.
I hate it when I have to act like we weren't an item back then.
I hate it when it reminds me of you everytime I did something that involves you.
I hate it when I have to face it all everytime it happens.
I hate it that we couldn't be like we used to before.
I hate you for leaving me.