Now, tell me, what is hatred?

I thought I didn't have hatred in me. But he told me what I felt was hatred. 
I don't want to hate someone. It hurts me the most. 

To me, anything that remains unfinished for any reason causes pain. And I have a couple of unfinished matters. Things that finished but they actually did not. They still exist in my mind. I still review the words I want to say to those people. And it's sad, I might never be able to finish those properly. What is properly? Probably the way that my mind wants.