I love you.
Sure, I do... when I stop being addicted to reading.
I hate you.
... That sounds much better.
But when I'm not with you, my curiosity is sparked, and you envelope my mind. Yet when I'm with you, I think you are the most pompous human being I have ever laid eyes on.
So, then, why when you told me you were in love with me, my heart inflated and I was crying tears of joy and pure, unadulterated happiness?
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. Those were the only words I could think of. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.
And finally I make a decision. I looked him directly in the eyes and said: Kiss me you idiot.
He kisses me with a passion I never knew he had, and our souls, hearts and fates entwine with that one moment of passion.