I have an image of the kind of hate you get after a breakup or a divorce as a small piece of dead or dying love that’s used to innoculate yourself against reinfection.

Sad. The way infatuation can turn into love, this kind of brief hate can turn so deep that you can’t remember what made you love the person. Even what made you attracted to him in the first place.

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