I don't know why. Sometimes I figure I've wasted too much of my life on hating people, maybe I don't have the energy to do it full time any more. I know sometimes I'm reminded of why we were friends, or to be more accurate why I considered you a friend, in the first place.
I can't trust you. And you know that as much as I can and have forgiven the world ending attemptage, the other stuff I can't. But that doesn't mean I hate you. Not all the time anyway.