The Way I see it

The way I see it,
I can either love you forever and get hurt,
Or get over you and carry on living and be happy.
I can gaze into your lovely smile,
Or flinch at your irritable smirk.
I can stare at your golden hair,
Or be disgusted at your yellowing strands.
I can dream to caress your face,
Or adore to run my fist into it.
The way I see it, I have two options.
I can either be happy and hate you,
Or I can choose the option I know I can actually stick to.
In all honesty,
I have never met such an amazing bastard before.