She hates his adorable spiky brown hair.

She hates his electricic blue eyes.
She hates that he toys with her emotions. She hates that famous smile. She hates that he flirts with everybody. She hates that people know who he is. She hates his innuedos. She hates the way she feels when he says her name. She hates that he makes her blush.
She hates that he is the reason that she cries at night. She hates that he comforts her. She hates that he doesn't know why she's crying.

She hates that she'll miss his soft, brown hair that she likes to run her fingers through. She hates that she loves to stare in his Caribbean eyes. She hates that she'll miss the way he drops her then catches her. She hates that she wants to kiss his smile. She hates that she finds it endearing that he flirts with everyone. She hates that she thinks it's intrugeing that people know who he is. She hates that she laughs at his innuedos. She hates that she grins whenever he says her name. She hates that the things he says make her blush. She hates that he can make her so hurt that she cries. She hates that she loves how he comforts her. She hates that she can't tell him why she's crying.

Most of all, she hates that she loves him