It was easier to hate when your love wasn't wanted.

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It was easier to hate when your love wasn't wanted.
Men do not change all their habits for love.
Her feelings were no relief. Her greatest want was him.
There was no doubt his expression could talk to her, wanting to speak of the regret that he lost her.
Nothing is more painful to the human mind than the feeling which follow love seized away. No one could love more than I love.
He'd almost given up on love. Years of fantasizing came to a thousand lonely nights. Time was running out.
I guess I reached a real low patch. Felt safer that way. Didn't care. It was all over. I was alone.
Grief and exhaustion, I am enduring it. I am carrying a weight and yet I am comforted in the thought: this is simply what living is.
My heart bled for you, and yet it was absolutely hopeless, but I was willing to hope that you could just acknowledge such a possibility of desire for me.
The promise of love, it was almost enough.