I didn't believe you when you hate me. And I don't believe you when you love me. Maybe because I became a non-believer. Something happened to me lately that made me weird, strange. I don't feel the same as before.
Maybe it's because I took you very seriously, maybe it's because I worried too much. But one day you hurted me. I felt very bad, sad, deeply sad. But now I'm grateful, because I now that life always continues, and gave me another opportunity to be happy. And, for once in my life, I took it. And I enjoyed a lot.
I hope you had understood the lesson too.