my deepest fear was to be separated,
from the soul that craves me the most,
To be stabbed,
by the one who claims my love,
To be broken,
by the one who came into my life.
"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs.
Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says:
-Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."