My dear,

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.

Falsely yours,
Arsène Hodali