My eyes blaze, my whole body ripples with anger and I can no longer control my actions. One word to express exactly how I feel. Just three words from him would be all that I need. Sick of fighting, I leave instead. Despair at the fact that he doesn't understand. Despise the fact that to him I obviously mean so little. Dread our eyes meeting as I pass him at the doorway. They do. Mine furious with tears ordered not to fall. His swimming with confusion. The part I detest the most. The fact that I could never hate him.