A lot of people would say there is a fine line between love and hate.
And there is.
Especially when the person you you hate is someone you used to love.
Because I love her.
I love how comfortable it is with her.
I love how calm she is.
I love how we could sit in total silence with it being awkward.
I love how we knew each other.
But now I hate her.
I hate that we became friends.
I hate that got close.
I hate that we shared a bond unlike one I've ever had before.
I hate that I hurt her.
And I hate that she left me because of it.
I hate that she can't seem to stand up to anyone that hurts her except for me.
I hate that I'm the only one who gets pushed out of her life.
I hate that I still want to be with her.
I hate that I still love her.
I miss her.
She was my best friend and now I'm alone.
And I wish I could hate her for it.
