I was a coward before, ignoring you, rejecting you in every way I can, stabbing you with my harsh words. At first I thought I really hated you. Every time you try to touch me, hug me, kiss me, or profess your love for me. Every attempt for you to be around me, for you to seat next to me, for you to just be near me, it irritated me. With all your attempts, I hated it, or so I thought I did.