I'll admit that I used to absolutely hate her. We argued every chance we got, glared at each other and insulted one another. The day she slapped me was the day I knew I had fallen in love. Strange, isn't it? But true. I could never look at her the same way again. Instead of hating her, instead of flaring, I found myself smiling, waving, flirting even.
She avoided me like the plague. She was always talking to her boyfriend. Did I mention she had a boyfriend? Well, she does. And I still love her. Deep down inside, I know she will never love me the way I love her. She may never even like me as a friend, but for me, she will be the only one I'll ever love. And if I can't have her, I'll die a lonely old woman.