Hate is a strong word, but not strong enough. My body heats up every time I see him. I can't be near him with out losing my breath. My skin feels like fire when we touch. When he speaks he his word fill me. They oose out of me. I soak up every hateful thing he tells me. I want him close to me, so close that he can feel how he makes me feel. I want him to burn like I burn for him.