Love Letters.- Romano x Reader

Dear [Name],


I hate you.

I hate the way you laugh like everything is okay in the world, and the way you smile like the goddamn sun. I absolutely loathe the way you bite your lower lip and how your eyebrow quirks up when you’re confused or surprised. I hate how you can be kind and fun and weird at the same time. I hate how you leave footprints and not scars.

I dislike your smell, like a field of flowers and the ocean and maybe a little bit of the mountainside mingled into one. The way you move, the way you talk, revolts me. I hate your pranks and your jokes, and the way your lip lift up in a crooked half-smile.

I hate this. I hate you, and that you hate me. I hate how we tease each other and bully each other like we’re the worst enemies. I’m tired of always hating, of always pretending I don’t give a fuck about what happens to anyone, but the truth is the only person I really hate is me. I am made completely of spite, and that just makes me more spiteful. In fact, I’m not even good at being spiteful—I thought I was, but then I met you.

From,
Lovino Vargas


Dear Lovino,


I hate you.

I hate how you act like you don’t care when you really do, and the way even the smallest smile makes you beautiful (like you aren’t already). I intensely dislike the way you can’t go five minutes without swearing even in a letter and your accent that makes me feel like I’m floating. I hate that you’re so insecure when you’re so perfect.

I don’t like how when you’re embarrassed, your cheeks light up and you really do look like a tomato. I am disgusted by your hair curl and your physical appearance in general. I hate the way you look down and kind of to the side with your eyebrows furrowed when you don’t know what to say.

I hate that we have such a complicated relationship. I hate that I’ve said hate so many times it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore. I hate this game of pretend and I know you do too, so maybe there’s another way we can hate.


From,
[Name] [L.Name]


Dear [Name],


I love you too.


From,
Lovino Vargas