Mistaken hatred

I have never felt so much hatred for one person in my entire life. I can feel my body shake in rage, just staring at his face. If I never saw his face again, it would be too soon.

He moves closer to me, and I shudder as his hand touches mine. I look deep into his eyes, and I feel my heart skip a beat, most likely from the overwhelming rage that is about to burst out of my body.

He suddenly moves his hand to my face, and caresses my cheek. I feel my body tingle, unsure of how to get away.

He moves even closer, until his face is next to mine.

He leans in, and kisses me deeply. I lose myself, and he embraces me tight. I feel time stop and nothing matters besides us.

I realise how much I love him, and that my heart could never belong to another. I must have been disillusioning myself, for fear of losing him. As we separate I hold his hand tightly in my own, feeling as though I was finally complete.