I hated you. I hated you until my chest creaked under the weight of my heavy heart. I hated you until my throat was so tight I could barely speak your name. But the truth is, I didn't hate you at all. I loved you more fiercely than I've ever loved anything; and I hated that there was nowhere for that love to go, not because it was unrequited, but because our stories were never quite in sync.

Photography by Abigail Saturday