Ding Dong

She hated watching movies from the back row...

She hated it when we were not seated at the first row...

She hated long lines...

She hated riding jeepneys,
preferring to wait forever for an FX taxi...

She hated sitting alone...

She hated my being late in a date...

She hated Tabasco...

She hated Vince Hizon...

She hated the ride to San Juan...

She hated our professor in Philosophy...

She hated math (I think, as much as I did)...

She hated her father (that's what I think)...

She hated the way some of her friends treated her...

She hated being alone at home...

She hated so many things.

And yet, despite all the things that she treated with spite, I think she never learned to hate me.

And I would remember her forever for that.