I Ought to Hate You
‘Tell me, does it amuse you very much to torture me? I ought to hate you. Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve brought nothing but suffering…’
Her voice trembled, she leaned towards me and lowered her head upon my breast.
Perhaps that’s why you loved me, I thought. Moments of happiness one forgets, but sorrow never.
A Hero of Our Time
I love this piece. Although I think he’s mistaken in thinking that her affection is the result of the pain that he has caused her, I think it’s the other way around: her pain is the effect of her Love for him. The more Love that you have for a person, the more pain they are capable of inflicting upon you. Nobody can ever cut you in the way that a Loved one can. Sorrow may or may not last forever, but sorrow is never the same as Love.