“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered. “Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.”
“I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you, I couldn't.”
“Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.”
“I never stopped loving you. Not for one second.”
“In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.”
“I always want you, Jules. Even when I hated you, even when I wished I’d never see your face again, I still lost my mind thinking all the things I’d do to you, if you came back.” His voice breaks. When he speaks again, it’s with a rough, ragged tone, like he’s forcing the words out. “I’ll always want you, Juliet. It’ll be the fucking death of me, but I won’t ever stop.”