I hate you as well, but rather I say I love you.
So please stay, don't leave me. I plead
I don't want you to go.
The moment I came to console you, I saw that you weren't feeling well, and your heart was cold. It seemed I wasn't there for you. It happened quite often after that. I didn't mean to ignore you, but I felt undesired, and that hurt me so much. Even though my hugs were cold, the deep affection wanted to seep through.
You misunderstood me, and I am to blame. I made it not easy for you—never before had I done that. I just needed a sign that there was a need for me, or else I felt left out.
I don't know how it happened, but this manipulation, in turn, made me different. At some point, I forgot what it was all for. Not talking, not sharing became unbearable.
We both were deprived; ego prevailed. Although I felt like another, you changed completely, but standing here I still love you.
So please give me another chance.
Words built to heal, yet
they disturb what already exists.
Entry into the contest: 17 May 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3106: not what it seems
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I felt conflicted about this line after I read the rest of the post. Deep down, the person is hated but you act like it by saying it?
This actually sounds like a relationship that has hit rock bottom and there’s a deep scar and broken pieces. Yet you’re trying to piece it together again. Perhaps, in the process of fitting those pieces, your fingers will bleed so why not let it go? Instead of creating more scars?
This was a lovely read btw
I was conflicted, trying to write something larger than what it turned out to be, but thank you.
Oh I get it. My pleasure. Have a lovely day☺️