“The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.”
“A residual smile lingered on his face, making the dimple in his cheek sink in. The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.”
“I hated him more than anything. I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.”
“I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.”
“Blue smiled. He had one of those devastatingly charming smiles that made you hate him even more when you noticed it. It was like he was fighting dirty.”
“I hate hiding how much the stupid things he did hurt me, but I hated the idea of him finding out even more.”