This isn’t easy to write.
You broke me.
You didn’t just walk away—you walked away with pieces of me I’ll never get back. And maybe writing this is the only way to let go of what’s left.
So here it is:
10 Things I Hate About You
Even though I wish I didn’t.
1. I Hate That You Made Me Feel Special
You made me feel like I was the only one. Like I mattered more than anyone else. You smiled like I was your whole world. And I believed it. I hate that I believed it.
2. I Hate How Easily You Let Me Go
No fight.
No “please stay.”
Just silence.
Like I was never there. Like we were nothing. How do you unlove someone that quickly?
3. I Hate That You Still Cross My Mind
I see your name and my heart skips.
A song plays, and suddenly I’m back in your car, laughing at nothing.
I hate that you still have that power over me.
4. I Hate That You Promised Forever
You said, “Always.”
You said we were different.
But “forever” turned into a few months, and “always” ended with a cold goodbye.
5. I Hate That I Still Love You
Yeah. I said it.
Even after everything, a part of me still loves you. And I hate that love doesn’t come with an off switch.
6. I Hate That You Moved On So Fast
Like I never meant anything.
You replaced me like I was a bookmark in a story you were done reading.
That broke me.
7. I Hate That I Blamed Myself
I spent nights wondering what I did wrong.
Was I too much? Not enough?
I twisted myself into someone else trying to be loved by you.
8. I Hate Your Favorite Places
Because now they’re haunted.
The coffee shop.
That park bench.
Even the street you lived on feels like a ghost town.
9. I Hate That You’ll Never Read This
Because this isn’t revenge. It’s not hate-hate.
It’s the kind of hate that comes from deep, messy love that never got to breathe.
10. I Hate That You Taught Me How to Break
Before you, I didn’t know what it felt like to cry yourself to sleep.
Now I know.
I hate that you were my first real heartbreak.
But maybe, just maybe, that means I loved you right.
Final Words: I Hate That I’ll Never Hate You Enough
Truth is… I don’t hate you.
I hate the way you left.
I hate the promises that turned cold.
But most of all—I hate that I’m still hoping you’ll come back.
But this time, I won’t wait.