I'm sorting through things. This evening, I opened a box of notes I'd written with the intention of posting here, transposing into a real journal, or just getting it the fuck out of my system and onto a piece of paper. I found something that is undated. It only says "06" on it. I remember writing it in our apartment on Allan Street. Clearly, what is going on now did not happen over night. It was a long time coming as I struggled with accepting the truth of how I was feeling inside.

Hate's a harsh word.
Can I hate something
And then take it back
If yes
Does that mean the same of love?