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“I love that I hated you, or we would never be here,” I said.

“You loved me already in high school; that’s why you hated me,” Chris said, setting down the popcorn, tickling me until I thought I was going to pee my pants.

Laughter. Happiness. Love.

All because we finally decided to stop hiding from our true selves and making assumptions about each other.

If you hate someone, check if you don’t love them too.

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