chapter 4
the hate.
dear lost being;-
you never did hate. you seemed to take the word as a curse that should never be said. you know noone is perfect, that everyone has a past that makes them sinful today. and not everyone should like you. dislike was something you preferred referring to, the cringe was obvious every time it was nicknamed hate.
hate to you was meaningless. you never hated someone. your school bullies. nor even your detached father. nor your envy family. nor even the savages you witnessed through media. they all had a reason to be who they are in your point of view. and as much as you would hate their reason, you didn't hate them. even if you didn't get to know their reasons you knew it were there. but how could you hate someone you never knew.
i respected that in you, saw it more of a blessing rather than a sin. yet there was one thing you hated. one thing that drove you crazy every single day. one thing that led your tears to crawl when people complimented. one thing you couldn't bare the mention of. one thing you just couldn't accept. one thing you didn't try to excuse in any way. ine thing that you despise. and I wonder why.
YOU ARE READING
letters to a girl
Historia Cortaa girl who went through a lot and people around never noticed. until one day, she exhaled her feelings along with confessions that rose hell.
