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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Love to hate or hate to love? hate does not grow where love has never lived. you cannot truly hate a stranger. hate is love's ghost— a wound that still remembers the shape of the knife. and when love finally dies, hate does not remain to mourn it. it fades. it hollows itself out. it becomes silence. the kind of silence that feels nothing at all. so yes, Vega, I hate you. but I will never forgive you. because forgiveness is a burial. it is laying flowers on the grave of what once was. it is turning away. it is teaching your heart to forget the sound of a name. and I am not ready to make a cemetery of you. so I will keep my distance. I will build oceans between us. I will choose absence again and again and again. because no matter how fiercely I carry this love-shaped anger, I cannot stand beside the person you became. instead, I will love the constellation I drew from your light— the version of you that existed only in the sky of my imagination. and I will hate the flesh-and-blood truth that shattered it. one of them taught me how to dream. the other taught me why dreams end. and so I leave. not because I stopped loving you, but because sometimes the only way to keep loving a ghost is to stop chasing the person who buried it. I won't come back. and you will remain not in my hands, not in my life, but buried somewhere beneath my ribs, until they bury me too.
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