I saw you, I loved you, but now I miss you, and I still can’t speak because I know you hate me.

Good bye AEHS. You suck. I hate you. And yet… Somehow I’ll miss you too.

He would almost call this feeling for jeannette hate, if he were not so afraid it was love.

If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something...

I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

I love having to attend the one class that is being taught by a professor who feels that their class is the only class being taught at the University and gives nothing but busy work.

The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.