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[𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠]
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It all started innocently, almost naively.
We were too immature...
I've never known that it would end up like this.
If I knew the ending since the beginning, would I do it again?Would I like to give this painful roller coaster another ride?
To my dismay, after all this time, the constant collisions, bickering, fights that ended up physical sometimes, my passion effuses in my veins whenever he's around.
The passion is almost as strong as my abhorrence. Maybe hatred turned into lust that night. Or maybe fervency and loathing got mixed to keep alive this sexual tragedy.
I hate him.
I hate myself too.
I hate that I want him. I hate that need him.
Did I ever loved him? Or was I addicted to the pain, the exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable?
