When you tell me you love me too, do you mean it? Because it feels like you don’t. Because I never have the chance to tell you I love you too because you never tell me you love me right up front. I’m always the cause, and you’re always the effect. And I want to be the effect so bad that I’m begging you right now to be the cause. Because I am tired of always being the first one to say I love you. I am sick of being prime. I am sick of being genesis. I am sick of being the first one to worship your majesty. And now I think I’m losing faith. I’m losing hope. So let me be the first one to say I hate you. Now I’m the cause.