Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my god. I adore you.
I adore every goddamn ounce. I adore your bones and your soul.
And I'm a loser, who just doesn't want to lose you.
I can lose fucking everything, but not you.
Oh god, not you.
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"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs.
Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says:
-Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."