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love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances.
He was in my veins. But I’d managed to crawl under his skin.
“You’re…” He looked up, inspecting me. Sometimes people could communicate with a stare alone, and his eyes said mine, but his mouth said, “Complicated. You’re complex. It’s not a bad thing.”
I wanted to take a bite of the forbidden fruit I’d convinced myself was poisonous. He gave me pain, but ironically, this pain gave me life.
Lust is when you want the person to make you feel good. Love is when you want to make the other person feel good.
Emilia, my makeup is revenge. Yours is forgiveness. You’re better than me. I don’t deserve you. But I’m going to take you, anyway.

