I hate flowers. Or at least I used to. Now they just remind me of the sunflowers you plant on our balcony, just like the ones your mom grew.
I hate ketchup on hot dogs. Or at least I used to. Now I regularly put them onto a bun along with mustard when you need a quick lunch.
I hate girls who go to the beach with tiny bikinis. Or at least I used to. Now I can't stop staring when you show up in this attire when we're on vacation.
I hate the color yellow. Or at least I used to. Now I know it as the color of sunlight streaming into our room when I wake up next to your pretty face.
I hate happiness. Or at least I used to. But now I can't live without the joy I feel whenever I'm with you.
