I hated you, Essay Thing Options

[Sa-Chan]

I hated you. Simply because I could. Because I thought it was alright. In my eyes you were nothing but an arrogant, stuck up brat. You treated me like I didn't even exist most of the time, and when I did, it was simply to be annoyed by you.

You bothered me. The way you acted, the way you talked, the way you treated people. It bothered me. It was like you thought you were better than anyone else, you acted like you had no time for anyone but her.

To me you were but a dimwitted cretin. That's the way I thought of you. That's the way I wanted to think of you. Sometimes you annoyed me so badly, that my blood would boil. I would want to wring your neck, and sometimes...I dreamed that I did.

I didn't think we had any similarities. I thought you were my opposite. Two months later though, I was your friend. I even opened up to you. I never would have seen that happening. It was a major blow to my ego. I thought you were one person, but you ended up being someone entirely different.

I got to know you. I even kind of liked you. You were an okay person, you still annoyed me, in fact, to this day you still do. When I began to dream of being with you. I was confused. I wanted to hate you again, but I knew I couldn't.

You started to develop feelings for me. I didn't even notice, I'd moved on, I'd forgotten the dreams I had. I was with someone else. Someone I thought I loved. Sometimes I would ignore you, I know now...you really did care about me though. I never would have thought it true though.

I came to you when I wanted to complain about guys. I never thought that would hurt you. I never thought that you'd blow up about it one day. I told you I hated men in general, I should just give up on love. I was sick of having my heart broken. I think that was the day I realized you might really like me.

You disappeared for awhile. I got back wth my old boyfriend. Things were okay. Then one day, you came back. You had been on vacation. I never told you this, but I hope you had fun, I hope you thought about me. Honestly, I thought about you.

I was fighting with my ex again. It was the week before Valentine's Day. I was so depressed. I was so alone. I spent time with you. I talked to you. I never would have expected you to ask me to be your Valentine. You didn't even let me say yes before you started rejoicing about it. That's okay, though. My answer was yes. You were the best Valentine ever...

I finally officially broke up with my boyfriend of nearly a year and a half. It didn't hurt. You were still there for me. I didn't even cry. I couldn't get you off my mind. I loved you. When you asked me out, I felt so...warm inside. It had been four days since Valentine's, my answer was the same as it was then. Yes....yes...yes...

I hated you, I hardly even liked you, but I fell for you. I love you, always. Even when you annoy me, even when I tell you I hate you, because I've already truly hated you...and I found love in that.