What always happens. Life.

"I love his smile. I love his hair. I love his knees. I love how he licks his lips before he talks. I love his heart-shaped birthmark on his neck. I love it when he sleeps.

I hate his crooked teeth. I hate his 1960s haircut. I hate his knobby knees. I hate his cockroach-shaped splotch on his neck. I hate the way he smacks his lips before he talks. I hate the way he sounds when he laughs.

I HATE THIS SONG!!"