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The opposite of love isn’t hate; it’s death. Your dreams dying, resolutions and loyalties writhing on the floor. On the other side of the door of love is a funeral for who you thought you were. A mirror revealing who you hoped to be as a distorted and idealistic farce.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?
I’ll save you. I’ll damn you. Just wait a little longer.
What a pair we are, intrinsically broken but tied to one another by desire and death. Sylvia Day

