Teenage years: 1

I hate knowing what he did to you.

I hate knowing that I’m over 3762.646km (2,338mi) away.

I hate knowing that you’re crying at night because of his stupidity.

I hate knowing that we’re both so lost.

I hate knowing that we don’t know how this will all turn out.

I hate knowing that he tore you open and tossed salt in the wound.

I hate how bitter these tears I shed are.

I hate knowing that that no matter what, this will never be forgotten.

I hate knowing that this won’t be the last time.

I hate knowing that I can’t be there to hug you.