I hate how he makes me feel like nothing matters when I’m with him. I hate that even though he orders me to stay away, he’s always the one who finds me. He’s always there when the only thing I’m seeking to do is fit in and start over. But most of all, I hate that somehow, during all these weeks of Ace being an asshole, I find myself wanting to spend time with him. I find myself liking him. He understands me in a way no one else has. I grasp him for who he truly is—and we’re not so different after all. Both of us push away everyone who aims to help. Both of us have a tremendous amount of
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