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Olivia wrinkled her forehead as her confusion only increased. “If you hate her so much… then why are you in love with her…?”
“Love…?” Simon echoed incredulously.
“If what you say is true, and you’ve been broken up for ages - then why do you still have her clothes around the flat? Why are her shoes in the closet? Why do you let her waltz into your home like she owns it and let her have you b-begging at her feet? I mean, why? I’ve seen the way you look at her… but I don’t understand it. This isn’t what you do when you hate someone.”
“Isn’t it?” he asked. “Hate and love are two very similar emotions, Olivia.”
The girl scoffed. “They’re entirely opposite!”
“Really? When you hate someone, you’re obsessed with them. When they walk into a room, your eyes follow every move they make. When you see them, your heart starts beating faster, and you spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking about them. Doesn’t that sound familiar? Isn’t this exactly the same as love?”
Olivia said nothing.
-nicked from one of my favorite authors (rozefire)
“Love…?” Simon echoed incredulously.
“If what you say is true, and you’ve been broken up for ages - then why do you still have her clothes around the flat? Why are her shoes in the closet? Why do you let her waltz into your home like she owns it and let her have you b-begging at her feet? I mean, why? I’ve seen the way you look at her… but I don’t understand it. This isn’t what you do when you hate someone.”
“Isn’t it?” he asked. “Hate and love are two very similar emotions, Olivia.”
The girl scoffed. “They’re entirely opposite!”
“Really? When you hate someone, you’re obsessed with them. When they walk into a room, your eyes follow every move they make. When you see them, your heart starts beating faster, and you spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking about them. Doesn’t that sound familiar? Isn’t this exactly the same as love?”
Olivia said nothing.
-nicked from one of my favorite authors (rozefire)