“I fell in love with you. And then, I fell out.”
This is what I wished she’d said, or rather
this is what I hoped she’d say when instead she said nothing at all
and that day I learned that the opposite of love is not hate,
it’s indifference,
and that my hate for you only shows the stark contrast in everything about you that I adore. And I hate it.
I wish you could be less lovely.