I hate this. I hate the shame. I hate having to act like I'm mad at you.

Half the problem is that I look at things in such black and white terms....my rational mind knows that you don't hate me, but the emotional part of me is pretty straightforward and simple and cannot conceive of someone never wanting to talk to me again unless they hated me with a fury beyond words. And I love you with all the simplicity and lack of reserve of a child.