Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you.
I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.
Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?
I mean, yeah, maybe our fate is sometimes fixed and unchangeable, but there are other times when its shaped purely by the actions we take.
I'm with him, and he's with me, and that's the way it's meant to eternally be.
I did Google him, you know." "Oh, so you GOOGLED him Oh, well, that changes everything then, doesn't it? What could I possibly worry about now that I know you've conducted such a thorough Internet search?