A Collection of Old Poems Pt. 6

I shouldn't be
angry anymore.
I shouldn't be
thinking about it anymore.
Yet here I am,
stumbling across reminders
from when I was in love.
Aren't I supposed to
stumble across the reasons for
how I should hate you?
But then again,
don't the two go hand in hand
in the end?
They slide into each other,
emotion to emotion,
with little distinction.