Hate

The day when I had last seen you, I don't remember it quite well. Though I can tell the difference in that day and today. It was then when you hated me, few years ago you got annoyed by me. Not that I know why?

I had barely known you for a while there. While hoping to pass through those days as peacefully as always. Those little details. A smile you've had or maybe a grin it was. No one could tell, how much hatred there was.