You tore your eyes away from your boyfriend, Ghost. You had been arguing with higher and higher frequency over the last two weeks. This seemed like it could be the final straw. You couldn't help but chuckle at the irony: you two promised to piece each other back together, but you were tearing each other apart. You took a deep breath and wiped a tear away. "Look at us, you and I back at it again," You whispered, turning to face him. "God, Simon...I like to love you, and I hate to hate you."