Love and hate are practically the same thing.

“Before I knew escape, life was something to be endured, passively. Now I hunger…”

“I stopped talking to people long before I'd figured out how to.”

“He tucks his hands on the back of my head and rests his mouth on my forehead. I…”

“Zoe : “I love him so much. How did I not realize this before, the way love grow…”