I hated you from the moment I saw you.
I hated how you stole my heart. I hated how you made me blind to all other women. I hated how your words could so easily make me happy. And I still hate you now, for I still love you after trying so hard not to.
“I hate you” is far better than “I love you” when said properly.
I don’t know whether I said it properly or not, but I said it.
I. Hate. You.