I think soon I will come to hate you if I don’t let you go.
Everyone I love I end up hating. Not because of them, but because of me. I just realize they fail me, lie to me, and don’t care. So I end up hating them because it is much better hating someone who doesn’t care than loving someone who doesn’t care.
But I hate very few as much as I love very few. You can still feel special. It’s just that… I’ll hate you.