I HATE YOU and I MEAN IT... :)

It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What he had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right. Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.

"Listen," he broke the silence. "What I have been trying to say is... I... hate you. No, I lo... I hate you... with all my heart. I hate you, because you are you, and I am me, and I am nothing without you."

"Is he trembling? He "hates" me? Hate from the bottom of his heart? OMG, he hates me. Did you hear that? He HATES ME! Hate could never sound so charming and melodious to my ears if somebody else used that word... HATE... I hate you, too! And I have butterflies in my heart when you are around..."

She looked him straight in the eye. Would words suffice to show her joy? "Yes, I HATE you more than you hate me. Do you feel, though, this boisterous merriment in my heart?"

MESSY