box of words || breaking

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"How are you?" he asks as we meet each other eyes.

"Fine, I guess." I force my smile. "How about you?"

"Not really." He sigh and keep his head down. "My life becomes a mess since you were gone."

I keep my head up, trying to keep my tears. I can't show my weakness in front of him. I can't.

"I know it was my mistake. I don't blame you."

"I know." I try to keep my smile.

"You can call me a jerk. Or maybe a douchebag. It's your right." He look at me with that puppy eyes that used to melt my heart. "You can cry in front of me too."

I couldn't hold it anymore. My tears fell down from my eyes and I feel horrible, really really horrible.

The next thing I knew, I cry my soul out inside of his arm, with him patting my head, slowly and full of love.

"I hate you." I whispered.

I thought that three words could stop me from loving you. But instead of hating you, I keep loving you, over and over again, just like now.