Sometimes you can be so intrusive, burdensome and impatient. You forget something I said or remind you a thousand times. You can laugh and cry with me, or thank me. You can spend all day with me, come only when I have something important to tell about certain people, or simply ignore.
You can do that and more. But as much as I hate you so, I can not stop loving you for your good things. Although lately, to me, shine by their absence.