Hate … The love I have for this man has grown on a foundation of that four-letter word. He’s seen so many of my ugly sides. I’ve seen so many of his. We’re both bruised from the battle it took us to get here, but tall trees uproot in windstorms if the hole isn’t dug deep enough to tether to the soil. Love him today, hate him tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere. I flick him a smile, turn on my heel, and run.
