I could never hate someone for loving me. Even if I didn’t love them back.
I could never black list that person, and pretend they’re invisible.
Even if we once made love, even if we were once so physically close.
I could never ignore someone who really wanted to be my friend.
Even if they weren’t already.
As long as you treat me as a friend, your treatment will be reciprocated.
The second you stop trying, it’s over. There’s nothing left to say.
But mostly,
I could never hate someone for loving me. Even if I don’t love them back.
