She appeared as an orphan, a disheveled mess of unworthiness; hidden beneath a hardened shell full of smiles for everyone but herself.

She had became artful at seeming outwardly joyful and confident, while on the inside she reeked of self imposed abandonment and loathing.

I hated her for refusing to stand for her heart.

Her lack of courage and self-deprecation was nauseating.

She had abandoned her soul and allowed her energy to go places it was not honored or reciprocated.

As I sensed her labored breaths, I took her hand.

A lump arose in my throat and I thanked her for showing me who I no longer wanted to be.

Tears fell, as I saw all the darkened crevices she lit up for me.

Clearly, what I had been seeking in others was within myself seeking me; what I thought was disturbing in others, was needing urgent attention within me.

The commitment I sought from others, was begging commitment from me.

As she breathed her last, I promised to choose me.

Thus hate died, birthing love.