And she sighs, believing that once again, she has made a mistake. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger and blinks back tears that attempt to force their way down her cheeks. She hated him. Yes, it was true, she hated that man…no, no…she hated that she loved him. Ah, that was it. She hated that he was the first thing on her mind upon waking in the morning, and the last thing before she went to bed. She hated how he could make her laugh or cry, depending on the simple tone of his voice. that is the truth if I've ever heard one