The other night I told you...

I told you that I hated you. The scary part is that I meant it.
"I'm always going to hate you a little bit,"
And it's true.
Sometimes the fire creeps up on me when I think about it.
I wonder if I've truly forgiven you when the thought of it still makes me feel this way.

"You'll forgive the one you love until you hate them."

Can you truly love someone and hate them at the same time?