You were my girlfriend, and we've been dating for about a year. I played lacrosse in the winter, which kinda made it hard for people to come to my games. It also didn't help that my parents were going through divorce, so my sports weren't really their top priority. But you always tried your hardest to come.

One week was really tough for me, and I just needed support. So you came to my game tonight, hoping that it would cheer me up. But it started to rain. I tried to tell you to go home but you wouldn't listen to me. After the game, I come up to you and take you into my arms, "How come I hate you and love you so much right now?"