I ask you that jokingly,

but I almost want you to say

"No, no I don't hate you.

Actually, I love you.

Actually, I'm in love with you.

I'm still in love with you.

I always have been,

And I realize that now.

It's you. It's you, Lynda."

But no, no you don't hate me.

But you don't love me either.

It should be me. It should be me.