“Why is that your lucky number is four, when that’s unlucky to some”

“Four is the number to a word called love
And at the same time the number of letters in hate…
But I believe I’m lucky when I loved someone who hated me”

I bit my lip and muttered under my breath “I never hated you…but she did.”

“And so I’m getting married to that girl who once hated me.”

I wished you could’ve hated me, but I don’t know what I’ll do
When the person I love the most would feel the exact opposite
So now I’m unlucky to the number of the letters of love and hate.

“My favorite number is four now… thanks to you.”

“Why? Do you love someone who hates you?”

“It’s the opposite, I hate him, cause he won’t love me, even though I know his heart is captured already.”

“I want to hate you now but it’s too late…” and then I walked four steps away from him.

cause she was already there just four steps behind with the white gown of hers.