I don't actually know what love is, I used to be in love I guess, to a boy i couldn't have. It was such an amazing feeling, but it also ruined you, ruined me. His attention, his actions, and the interaction of him and you, you want more of it, you crave more of it. It gives you a pleasant feelings of something new that you never felt before, the feelings of butterflies, like when your heart pumped faster, every beat of it twist in your stomach and gives you spikes you don't understand why and how.
But then you became obsessed, you want him. Yet when you realized you can't have him and don't stand a chance to possessed him, you instantly open that love blindfold that's been holding onto you, you see the other side of him you never saw before, the side that made you hate him to the point of talking shits of him to other people and wanting to make him look bad. Nevertheless there's a thin line between love and hate, and both is such a dangerous game. You have to win either of which. When you lose at one game you fall into the other one.
