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The Space Between Love and Hate
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- ISBN8233541506
- EAN9798233541506
- Date de parution06/04/2026
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- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurLinda Balsamo
Résumé
Somewhere between love and hate, there is a space no one prepares you for. It's not loud enough to be called war, yet not gentle enough to be called peace. It lives in the quiet moments - the unanswered texts, the memories that linger too long, the way your heart softens and hardens at the same time. It's where you miss them and resent them in the same breath. Where you replay what was said, what wasn't said, and what you wish you had the courage to say. I found myself there.
stuck between holding on to what we were and grieving what we could never be. Love didn't leave all at once. It unraveled slowly, thread by thread, until all that remained was confusion wrapped in longing. And hate? It never fully arrived either. Just fragments of anger, disappointment, trying to protect a heart that once felt so safe in someone's else's hands. This space is complicated. It's messy.
It's human. But it's also where truth reveals itself. Because somewhere in the middle of loving someone and learning to let them go. you meet yourself again. Not the version shaped by them, but the one that existed before-and the one strong enough to exist after. This is the space. And this is where the story begins.
stuck between holding on to what we were and grieving what we could never be. Love didn't leave all at once. It unraveled slowly, thread by thread, until all that remained was confusion wrapped in longing. And hate? It never fully arrived either. Just fragments of anger, disappointment, trying to protect a heart that once felt so safe in someone's else's hands. This space is complicated. It's messy.
It's human. But it's also where truth reveals itself. Because somewhere in the middle of loving someone and learning to let them go. you meet yourself again. Not the version shaped by them, but the one that existed before-and the one strong enough to exist after. This is the space. And this is where the story begins.



