I hate you.
I hate every single piece of you. Every part of the whole you is something I despise. I hate to see you, to touch you, or to think of you. I hate how I spent almost the whole of my life knowing you.
I am five, and so are you; we both just graduated kindergarten from different schools.
I don't remember how we first met; it is just that we suddenly did. I woke up one morning, and I already knew the kid lived near us. I thought you would just be someone who would just come along and leave like others did. However, who will think that you will be a big part of not just my childhood, teenage life, and adult life but a big part of my forever?
I want to regret meeting you; I want you out of my life; however, every time I look back and imagine that you are not there, it feels so empty. My life would be different, and I am not who and where I am now if you are not part of it.
I don't even know why I feel this way, why I want you gone, gone of my life. I want to see you fall. I want you to kneel in front of me and apologize. Apologize for being part of my life and not leaving even when the door is widely opened.
Yeah, I hate you even though I don't from the start. I hate the idea of falling for you, and spending eternity with you is much worse. We may have grown up together, but that doesn't mean that we are meant forever.