I Love You So Much That I Hate You Mga Nobela at Kwento

I hate him so much and I hate her too. I let out a shaky breath. I'll kill him and I'll kill her too.

Her sufferings, pain, and sadness were a failings that shouldn’t have happened. “I hate your smile makes my heart mushy, I hate your strong headed nature, selfishness, and the stupid things that you do that have the most effect on me. I hate that I can’t quit you no matter how hard I try. I hate the more you push me away the tougher I desire to be with you. I hate Nicole meeting you first when it should have been me, I hate to think you thought about divorcing me. I hate you for these things but I love you for everything, the pain, tears, obstacles. I love that I love you.”

"This version of you can go to hell. I hate you with every fiber in me." "Hate is such a strong word to use, don't you think?" "I H.A.T.E you." I say, spelling the word 'hate' out for him. "You are furious and I honestly get it, but I know that you still love me." I think he is trying to convince himself that. "I know that you still love me deep down in your heart." "I hate you from the deepest part of my heart!" "You don't just wake up and decide that you are no longer in love with someone especially when the love is strong like what you and I share."

Internally delighted, he said to her, "Tell him I'll be taking on classes if he treats you right. Of which he better, or I'll grill his ass." He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, fighting the urge to plunge on them again. "I've wanted a ton of harm to you, I can't deny that, but never have I wanted you to not exist. It's been a tough time hating you. The toughest time even. It's crazy how despite all that I still can't help loving y..." He paused. "I still can't help loving to hate you so dam' much. I know I hurt you by stealing your first kiss. The hurt is the only part I apologize for, but not for the kiss, because while I stole your first," his blue orbs still glued on her lips. "Yo

she said truthfully. "That our relationship will fail like the last time?" She nodded. He cupped her face with his hands. "I know we may not have the perfect compatibility." he said softly. He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. "But what we have is something deeper. We love each other, even if we sometimes fail to understand one another. Our love is real. And with it, we can face our flaws together. Because the truth is, I can’t find peace without you by my side. No matter how difficult things get, I'll never leave you again... I can't live without you, Angel." his voice cracked slightly as he continued, "And whenever we feel like giving up... we’ll look at our kids. They will remind us

My shoulders shook and I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted my own tears on my lips. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Yeah, me too,” I said and pushed myself away from her. “You fucked up a good thing, because we really had a good thing going. You were my forever and now …” “Now you can barely look at me,” she finished. “I hate that I love you and I hate that I miss you. I hate that I want to fuck you right now and I hate that I’d still do anything for you.” “Join the club, I hate you too,” she said with so much finality that it cut through me. Her words were like ice-cold water drenched over my soul.

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

"You finally won, you son of a bitch. I fucking hate you." No more than I hated myself.