The Feeling Isn't Mutual

So…
I’m pretty sure they hate each other.
No…
He just hates her.
Wait, it’s her that hates him, not the other way around.

See…
The way she slaps him in the face as payment for a decade old sin he committed.
Hear…
The horrible phrases that spew from her oxblood painted lips in his direction.
He only sees her as someone he cares for.
He only hears her voice, not her words.

Taste…
The vomit rising up in your mouth as you watch him vomit, too. She just laughs, not bothering to help.
Smell…
The scent of the rose oil she mixes in her shampoo as she buries her head in his chest, begging for forgiveness.
He only tastes her foundation and blush left on his lips from kissing her cheek.
He only smells her sweat, knowing it’s not healthy for her to get so damn angry and exhausted.

See…
The way he just sits there and takes it every single time.
Hear…
The beautiful phrases he says time and time again. “I forgive you” and “I love you.”

Taste…
The semi-sweet chips of chocolate in the cookies he bakes for her.
Smell…
His natural scent as he lets her cuddle next to him in bed because no matter what she does, he will always protect and love her.

And, finally, feel…
Their feelings for each other are palpable to anyone nearby.