What I felt for you began as love and deepened into almost worship. Thinking you were one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known was a self-told lie. Eventually I saw through you and became afraid. In time I grew to hate you and myself for loving you. A.B.
When you were in love,
you knew no fear or hatred.
When you were fearful,
there was no possibility of love or hate.
And when there was hate, there was only hate.