I hate the fact that I know it's not real despite all signs telling me it's not.
I despise the looks I get when I talk about it
I loathe the fact that it's the best part of my day
I abhor the disgust in people's voices when they talk about it
I love the truth in it
I adore the romance that I so wish were mine
I can't get enough of the wit, lies and grit
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