But I love you...

You cheated me. I think that is what she said. Then, shockingly, she said, I forgive you. I turned back. No. Yes, she said I should hate you. I open up. It was not my choice. My mother dying, my sister starving, my dad deep in the ground covered with rotten leaves and worms. I felt like saying: "I should hate you." Why did she have what I didn't? Crying together we found each others' hands. Grasping each other we look and simultaneously say: "I should hate you, but I love you." Once enemies, now best friends.