What It Takes What does it take to make you love me again? What will I do to love you? What have I ever done for you to hate me? All these questions played throughout my mind, it was like I felt hurt yet felt happy of the pain. "Soon, We will meet again," was all I texted you, jumping like 20 feet in the air at the sound of knocking at my door, I looked down at my short, strapless, black dress, I opened the door expecting James, but found YOU. The guy who hurt me. The guy who hated me. YOU, out of all people, YOU had to be the one at my door, "Hi," I said coldly, "Hello Lilah, how have you been?" he asked nicely, I rolled my eyes and looked deep into his eyes, "Fine," I replied and slammed the door closed, flashbacks popping up in my mind, like when I found out you cheated, and when I found out that you never cared. But then why are you here? You knocked again, "What do you want Blaise!" I yelled opening the door, "Lilah... I made a mistake-" "No shit, so leave," I said quietly cutting him off, "Not until you listen! I made the hugest mistake of my #life! I still love you, and I need you! Forgive me please!?" you begged, "You sound pathetic, and I already have someone!" I yelled and slammed the door only to slide down it and sit on the floor leaning on the door, tears fell down my face, problem is... I still love you.