The best sex I ever had
was with someone
who secretly hated me
:
Love and hate
are two sides of the same coin
and can evoke the same passion
:
I loved him
He hated me
We both thought
we were on the same page
:
I thought it was something special
because of our deep telepathic communication
:
I thought it was something special
because we'd talk for hours about anything
:
I thought it was something special
because the way he'd make me feel
:
I thought it was something special
because the way people saw us together
made them believe the love was real
:
It wasn't until the end that I saw the truth
Everything I thought was going right
was just the illusion that he lead me through
:
He hated me
but it felt like love
because the passion
and the feelings
were just as strong
About the Creator
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