And in that moment when you professed to hate her, I knew deep down it wasn't true. Your eyes betrayed the words you spoke, revealing a different truth. Sometimes, we find ourselves uttering words of hatred, but beneath them lies a profound love we never anticipated. It's a peculiar paradox — to despise someone because we love them so intensely. It's effortless to declare that we don't want them, yet excruciatingly difficult to plead for their presence, to beg them to stay. And then again, we blame it on human nature — our ability to hide the naked truth, to mask our vulnerability.
