Okay. This was good. This was heading somewhere I'd- I want to strangle you, she said, her voice hoarse. All right, that wasn't good. Not at all. You have no idea how badly I want to kick you right now, she added. And that was worse. This wasn't- I love you, she said, and she swallowed. I've loved you since you pushed me down on the playground. I swear- I've loved you since then.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In this passage from "Frigid" by Jennifer L. Armentrout, a character expresses intense feelings toward someone, highlighting a mix of frustration and deep affection. Her voice is strained, indicating the emotional turmoil she experiences as she oscillates between wanting to hurt the person and confessing her love. This inner conflict showcases the complexity of her feelings, as she struggles with her desire to lash out while simultaneously revealing her vulnerability.

The character recalls a significant moment from their past that has shaped her feelings, saying she has loved this person since a childhood incident on the playground. This nostalgia adds depth to her emotions, suggesting that her feelings are rooted in a long history. The quote encapsulates the tension between love and anger, illustrating how intertwined these emotions can be, especially in close relationships.

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