Dear Caramel

Hey. You know what?

I hate your games, your fugitives eyes, your penchant for being right. I hate your irony, your octs, your insecurity. I don't like distant times, cutting words, the way you enter in my life, without asking for any permission, without even warning. I hate your cynical face, your forced laughter, your mood change in the blink of an eye.

I hate you.

And, God, how I love you.

Kisses. Your Cherry.