Nagi Hikaru - My Ex-boyfriend- Who I Hate- Make... _top_ Instant

I opened my mouth to deny it, but the truth lodged in my throat.

I remind myself of this fact every morning, like a prayer. I hate his perfect, artfully messy hair that never looks bad, even in a typhoon. I hate his laugh—that soft, infuriating chuckle he does when he thinks I’m being dramatic. Most of all, I hate that he still knows exactly how to make me spill my coffee. Nagi Hikaru - My Ex-Boyfriend- Who I Hate- Make...

“Let me explain why ‘hate’ is the wrong word. It’s not hate. It’s disappointment with a pulse.” I opened my mouth to deny it, but