Hate
An emotion he is already familiar with, he has seen it in people's eyes, seen it in their action, yet he never had felt it. From the looks of it, an idiot could tell it wasn't an emotion you should wish to feel.
Yet, he would never admit, he was curious about it, after all there is a big difference from reading about it to feel it.
Propping on his elbows, he looks down on his lover's face, she seems to be sleeping peacefully and it's almost a shame to wake her up, still he is curious to know, to hear what she has to tell about it.
Shaking her lightly, he can feel her move, leaning closer to her, he whispers in her ear and ask: "what does hate feels like?"
She turns around, still not fully awake, opening an eye, she looks at him, "what?"
"What does hate feels like?" he repeats.
A yawn escapes her mouth, "well…" she starts, "hate… feels like…" there is a small pause, and her eyes starts slowly to close again, he sighs and plops back onto the pillow, staring up at the ceiling still wondering what hate feels like.
"The opposite of love…" it comes in a small whisper, and a yawn follows.
"Aha…" he says before closing his eyes.
The words still echoing in his mind.
Four letters, put together, the opposite of love, hate, it isn't that bad… is it?