"No, it's not." I was going to be sick. "I hate you." "I would rather you hate me than want me." "I don't want you." Lie. He shook his head. "You do not get it, do you?" Confusion set in my face and he answered my question. "I want you, that is what you do not seem to understand. But you never refuse me. So you hating me will make this easier for you, for both of us. I want you to hate me, so when I do try to come after you, you tell me no."
