Hatred

The first time he confessed his feelings, he saved my name as "My World"

The last time he confronted me, he changed my name to "Unknown"

The first time we shared a moment of love, he hugged me tight 

The last time we had an argument, he slapped me tighter.

The first present he gave me was his time from his busy schedule, 

The last gift he asked for was to never meet him again! 

From his affection in the firsts, to his aversion during our lasts, I could see hatred for me his eyes!