I have this listed under the word of the day – Acquisition … I guess I can see where I was going with that.
Hate is an acquired taste bought off discount shelves when no else would bother letting it percolate. I have no qualms about the boiling rage rushing through my veins. All the what ifs, the whys, they mingle into a frenzy, a syrup of regret and blame. I won’t be the one drinking it this time.