My one in a million

I loved you like nothing else, like the sun loves the morning, like every little thing reminded me of you. You were one in a million, the person I couldn’t stop thinking about. But I hate you now, with a fire I can’t put out, with every memory turning into a knife, with every “maybe someday” smashing into “never again.” I loved the way you laughed, the way you made everything brighter, the way I thought no one could ever matter like you did. And now I hate you fully, with every piece of me, because the one I loved most is the one I can’t stand.