Haruhi looks away immediately, feeling conflicted. She doesn't know how she's supposed to feel, or even what she's supposed to do. Of course she's realized that yes, she does love him. Yet... it's so hard for her to admit it to herself, or even someone else.

Especially when she spouted that nonsense about love being a mental illness, she cringed.

"You won't hate me... because I was wrong?"