"You don't always have to be so strong, you know?" August whispered. Our embrace was one sided as I punched his chest. "I hate you," I cried as I punched and hit him wanting him to feel the pain I felt. "No you don't, " He said. And he was right, I didnt. I couldnt. His hold on me was more than just physical, it was mental too. I broke down at the realization that August was right. I hate love.