This is not an other love letter.

Dear Friend,
I hope I can still call you that when you're done reading this,
I'm sorry, I hate you.
I can't find any other word that fits better for my feelings towards you.
I hate you yet I care for you.
It's unexplainable how deeply you annoy me, and how many times I'd like you to be gone.
I hate 90% of you,
the other 10% is a well mixed feeling of care and laughter.

I hate the way you seem to find us as an item,
we're not the same,
we'll never be.

I hate how you find a way to make everything that is mine your own.
I hate you, I hate sharing with you.
I hate how you feel that you're good enough,
when I see right through you,
don't you feel the hate in my words?

I hate you,
and yet I... I care for you.
I can't call it love, I can't love someone like you.

I believe is better if we take our own road now,
I want to grow apart from you,
and whenever I want to do that,
you harras me, 
you call me,
and you make me feel bad for you.

I know there's a lot of I in this letter,
but I don't know how you feel.
I hope you hate me too
no, I know you do.

Please let me save what's little care for you that its inside me.
Please, just let me go.