Dear Harry,
I was thinking today of all the hate I've had since you told me goodbye, and I was thinking that it might be something you would want to know.
I hate the way you still say you love me.
I hate how you claim that your just friends.
I hate you for trying to keep me hanging on to us.
I hate me for letting you.
I hate the way I have become the girl who cries over boys.
I hate not being strong anymore.
I hate the look in my friend's eyes as they look at me with pity.
I hate the way I look around for you in crowds.
I hate being alone.
I hate the fact that I miss you.
I hate the fact that I don't really hate you.
I hate myself for not being able to hate you.
But most of all I hate that I still love you.
This is a letter that you'll never see. So you'll never know about all the hate I have for you and for me. I'll continue to smile at you every day, and let you think that I'm okay with what has become of us. I'm just living for the day you decide to come back to me.
Love,
Ginny