I wake up at 3am to the cry of our daughter and suddenly flashbacks from a year ago started coming to me.

I remembered that today was the first day we decided going out together. 

I’ve always hated your guts (I still do now) but that night was different. I saw a different side of you. You were genuine. You were sincere. You were humble.

Or so I thought. Maybe you were just terrified by my presence. 

Right then and there, I have developed a certain fondness for you but I was quite sure that it wasn’t love. 

Leaving you like that might have been wrong but I believe that THAT was the easiest, wisest and the best decision I have ever made in my entire life.

Things may seem different now that we have Maki but I can’t take away the fact that a part of you still stays with her. 

I can’t be your friend - not now, not ever. I can’t be your lover either. Let’s not even go there.

We might hate each other now but at least we agree on one thing - giving this kid a brighter future.

Nah. I still hate your guts.