I remember someone once telling me, in order to hate someone with as much vitriol as I hate you, that I would have had to loved you with just as much energy or more. That is, the more you love someone, the more you will hate them, should it come to that.
I'm not sure about that one. What I do know is that I loved you with a passion, a passion I never thought would disappear. And I hated you with every single cell of my being.
Then... then I stopped thinking of you. My days went on, in the same way that they had. Just without thoughts of you. I became apathetic.
Weeks, months, even years passed.
When I heard of your death, I cried. I cried so hard for the girl inside of me who loved you so very much. There was no thought of hate. The other girl, the one who didn't care, went on a roller coaster and chatted to the people around her how her ex died and it was okay.
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