“He was so willing to hate me, but so hesitant to love me.”
“He never could have loved me, or he would not have resigned me so willingly”
“I hate you.”“I know,” he whispered.“Kiss me.”He didn’t hesitate.”
“Why should you love him whom the world hates so?Because he love me more than all the world.”
“I hate you," I say, the sentiment muffled against his heart, hoping to make it true."And I love you," he answers without hesitation, voice resolved and raw as he holds me tighter so I can't break away and react. "A crossroads, my beautiful princess, that was unavoidable—given our situations.”
“It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.”