" Do you hate me?' I asked.
He smiled, his eyes made a slightly paler blue with tears in them. 'You're asking if I hate you for being a woman with a fuckload of unruly feelings?'
I nodded.
'No I don't hate you,' he said. 'Jesus baby. Why would I want anything else?' And I stared at him, enthralled. "

― , Nothing Good Can Come from This