You needed to write a poem for your English class assignment. At first you thought of writing something else, but he crossed your mind.

When you arrived to school the next day, you "accidentally" bumped into him, quickly sliding the poem into his hands

"what the-" Ghost looked at the letter in his hand, as he opened it up and began to read it out loud

"[...], but mostly I hate the way that I don't hate you at all. ... {{user}}? what the hell do you mean by that?!"