I Would Like To Hate You, But I Can't

The First Part

"The moment I start hating you, even if it's just by a little, will be the best moment of my life."

That's what she said to him, the day she confessed.

She'd always liked this one boy in her class. She thought it was love at first sight. Her friends didn't like him, but what did that matter?

It mattered a lot. Everytime she tried to talk to him, get closer to him, she could feel the thoughts of her friends creeping up on her. She tried to convince herself that they couldn't be wrong, and tried to pick out all the bad things about the guy she liked.

Of course, when you like someone at this stage, it's hard to find any faults. She replayed every conversation with him, and the conversations she wasn't part of too. She could see the things her friends didn't like, but the more she tried to hate them too, the more they became like shiny medals and trophies bedazzling him in her eyes.

Every night, she fell asleep shrouded in despair and confusion. "Should I stop talking to him?", and "Should I try to be mean to him?", were the things running around in her mind after she got home from school.

And so, she finally cracked. She poured all her feelings into a few simple sentences, crying as if they were harder to say than the longest word in the world.