No, he never hated me. He never will. But I will forever hate him. Yet... what is this feeling of regret?
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"Get away from me," He says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because your face disgusts me," He replies.
The next day...
"Get away from me," He says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because your cheerfulness is revolting," He replies.
And the day after that...
"Get away from me," He says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I can't stand the way you smile," He replies.
And finally...
"... Why are you so far away from me?" He asks.
"Because you told me to get away from you for the past three days," I reply.
"No... it's because I loved you," He says.
"How is that so?" I ask.
"Your face disgusts me because you never look at me with an admiring face; only that of distaste. Your cheerfulness is revolting because you are never happy when you're with me, only when you're with someone else. I can't stand the way you smile because you never smiled at me that way. It was always directed at someone else. Tell me, why are you so close... yet so far away?" He says.
"Because I hate you," I reply.
The very next day...
"Hey, isn't he the one that confessed to you yesterday?" My friend asks.
"Yes. Why?" I reply.
"He's with another girl...," My friend says.
"... I don't care..."
But I did. Because... tears are falling... my heart is dying...
Please... someone... love me...