I told him I hated him, and maybe sometimes I
did.
Because there was no one else who could
fuel my fire
quite so easily. Nobody could make me
as frustrated
or flustered as him. Him with the dark
eyes and dark
hair, him so effortlessly beautiful and
so tantalizingly
cold. Him who let no one in and him who
claimed to
hate the world. Him with a frozen
heart. Him who
needed my love more than anyone else,
and him who
had acquired
it.
I told him I hated him, and maybe sometimes I did. Because there
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Rolita07* · 9 years ago
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Love this!