I just love the way you hold me, you sometimes treat me coldly but you'r arms say otherwise, is like being in the warmest blanket at the coldest day of my life. I love you'r scent is a weird but comfortable smell between laundry soap and your natural scent. I love the way you kiss my temple when I'm felling blue. I hate myself for loving those things. Which lend me guessing if loving you for those things makes me hate my self, then should I stop loving you?