We were walking at the park. When you asked the most random question. 

"What is the one thing you really hate?" You asked smiling. 

I looked at you. I saw how your eyes sparkled, how it looked like a house of stars, how you smiled that made me fall in love with you. 

And then I remembered all the things you did. 

I remembered how you smile while you were introducing me to her, the love of your life. The way you looked at her. The way you looked at each other. I saw everything and it broke my heart. 

It made me feel things I never even thought I could feel. 

I snickered.

"I hate having a broken heart. I hate being unhappy.  I hate the feeling of loneliness. I hate it. I despise it. I hate the thought of not being able to smile or laugh. I hate it. I really do. But do you want to know who I hate the most?"

"Who?" I saw how confused you are, how your eyes were asking me millions of questions at once but could only utter those three letters. 

I looked at you deep into your eyes. So you could feel I was being serious all this time. 

"You. Because you make me feel all the things I hate."

I saw how your eyes bulged, how you wanted to talk about it but we both heard her called your name. 

You looked at her while I looked at you. 

I smiled fakely, "I,