Of Love and Hate.
It is strange to imagine how, many simmilarities can bring two people together into a great loving relationship, and how just a few, yet profound differences can destroy their friendship, seemingly completely. I girl that was never wrong, once told me that love and hate come from the same place, and it was her that proved it to me. I found my self wanting love, then hating that I loved, then hating the very existence of the source. Love is a motherfucker.
And to think that I have to see the persons face for another few months, how will another fight not erupt if rage fills my soul everytime I set eyes upon hers. Hating is so easy but it is not exactly what I want. It is only that it is hard to see any sort of mending of the gashes I cut with harsh words and a sharp toung. The fact can be argued that I have gone about the situation in a rather immature manner, but its the first time i have gone through such an epic transformation in my feelings, I'm not so sure that I would have done it any other way. I guess it is in these situations where one has to accept that only time can heal wounds, and that only time can tell.
And to think that I have to see the persons face for another few months, how will another fight not erupt if rage fills my soul everytime I set eyes upon hers. Hating is so easy but it is not exactly what I want. It is only that it is hard to see any sort of mending of the gashes I cut with harsh words and a sharp toung. The fact can be argued that I have gone about the situation in a rather immature manner, but its the first time i have gone through such an epic transformation in my feelings, I'm not so sure that I would have done it any other way. I guess it is in these situations where one has to accept that only time can heal wounds, and that only time can tell.