You light up my life. Sadly, your lighting of my life exposed my location to the authorities I was hiding from.
You make me feel so young. As it turns out, you made me feel young enough to feel I could play basketball like I used to. I couldn’t, and reinjured my ACL irreparably.
You are the wind beneath my wings. Unfortunately, your gust of vertical wind sent me hurtling into a high speed wind current. I lost control of my plane, and crashed directly into a grain silo.
You inspire me to do things. And for that I love you.
But your inspiration provides me with false hopes of my abilities, high expectations I can’t fulfill, and revived dreams that should remain dead. And for that…I really, really hate you, you jackass.
You make me love. You make me hate. And that’s inspiring.