The Love I Can't Erase

I hate what you did, and I hate how you did it. I hate the way you made me feel, like my world was crumbling around me, leaving me in pieces. Every memory, once a cherished treasure, now feels like a sharp shard, cutting deep into my heart. I hate the silence that followed, the unanswered calls, the messages left on read. It felt like an abrupt ending to a story I thought would never finish, and I hate how it just… went. I hate the tears you caused, the anger that flared, the confusion that still clouds my mind. I hate waking up each day knowing I can't reach out, can't share a simple thought, can't hear your voice in the way I used to. It's a constant ache, a heavy weight that settles in my chest, making it hard to breathe sometimes. I hate how you can talk to me, sometimes, but it's not the same; it's a hollow echo of what we had. I try to hate you. I really do. I try to focus on the hurt, the disappointment, the way you walked away. I tell myself you don't deserve my thoughts, my tears, my lingering affection. I tell myself that letting go means letting go of everything, including you. But it's a battle I seem to lose every single day. Because the worst of it all, the most painful truth, is that I hate