I Hate You, But I’d Still Die for You

Sometimes, hate looks a lot like love—until it doesn’t.

This is for the couples who argue like enemies but protect like soulmates. The ones who act like they’d never choose each other… until choosing each other is the only option.

It’s the reluctant rescue. The whispered “stay.” The line they swore they wouldn’t cross, but always do.

Because maybe hate is just love with armor.

And when the armor cracks?

It’s over.