Red and Black Converses

That's what I want for Christmas. That, and like a million dollars.

I can just imagine me walking down the hallway to first period, walking confidently and not worrying about how I look. I can just imagine myself not thinking about him.

But it's impossible. Not when he's standing right there, smiling, arms open wide, ready to give me one of his special "Good morning" hugs.

Honestly, I hate it. I hate the hugs, I hate his clothes...

But most of all, I hate him.

In fact, I hate him so much that I love him.

I can just imagine myself walking down the hallway, holding hands, my life being carefree.

Imagine.