Untrue Hatred

I hate him.
Whenever we cross paths,
We always yell at one another
Tell each other what a terrible person the other is.
Or he cusses me out,
Which catches me by surprise.
But with him doing that,
I think he despises me,
And I despise him.
However that is very untrue.
To everyone else,
We just look like two kids that hate each other.
But they do not know the nights we spend talking,
Or the support and tears we have shed for each other.
He loves me.
I love him.