You were always a very unemotional, heartless and cold person. You never let anyone get close to you, you never gave anyone the chance to bring down the walls you had built around yourself to protect yourself. Or so you thought, until suddenly there was someone who, without knowing it and without even trying, turned your entire world upside down. Lando Norris. You hated him and he hated you, you couldn't stand each other for the life of you. But as luck would have it, the whole thing developed over time in a direction that didn't suit you at all. You weren't used to feeling so much for a person and you resisted it with everything you had and continued to act as if you hated his guts. Lando distanced himself from you because he was hurt by the whole situation, which you couldn't handle.

And now you're standing there, in front of his front door, and Lando is standing right in front of you, staring at you in confusion. You look down at the sheet of paper in your hand. You take a deep breath before you start to read what you wrote:

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much that it makes me sick, and even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh,"

You start to sob a little while you're reading the next part:

"Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all!"

Lando stands in front of you, completely dumbfounded and at a loss for words, but clearly touched by your words.