"I'm so sorry Evelyn. I never meant to hurt you. I thought I was doing you a favor if I didn't keep in touch anymore. I felt that if I kept talking to you, we'd both get even more hurt." Harry spilled out. "You thought you were doing me a favor? By never talking to me again? No. It hurt immensely because you never broke up with me Harry. You just left. And next thing I know, you're surrounded by millions of girls clawing at each other just to get you." I started to tear up. "I hate you Harry." And then he started to tear up. "No..." "I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme." I was now balling my eyes out as I recited the poem from 10 Things I Hate About You, "I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not at all." Harry couldn't control his sobs and neither could I. "Evelyn Rose, I never ever stopped loving you. Ever." He sobbed, "I will fight for you if that's what I have to do. Because I've been trying to get back to you for years now." "I don't believe you." I shook my head. "Please Evvy. I will prove to you that I am so sorry, and that I want you. And that I love you." He pleaded. "Okay." I tried to stop crying. "Prove it to me." Then I turned around and to go inside to get my sister and go.