As I sit, sweating in this never ending summer, I replay our love/hate weekend in my mind. We went from such extreme love to some convoluted, hateful abuse. We laughed and yelled. We forgave, but not really. It was like it used to be, but still the rage was lurking underneath. How can I hate you this much, and still love you this much?  You asked me if I can ever get past the hurt. That is the question, isn’t it? As the days pass, I find myself thinking of you all over again. I really don’t want to fall into you only to fall out again. And here we are… At an eternal impasse.