What

I used to hate you for trying to crush all the things that I loves/was/care. I think a part of my died at that time. I will never be the same.

However, I have this love, I can barely hold it in me. My heart feels about to explode sometimes, and there is nothing you can do to help it.

Oh, these good times.

But Finally, see, I still write about you at times, like I did when I was a stupid teenager.