As a young girl I thought love would always make you happy, hatred will always make you sad.
Now I know, love is almost idenical as hatred
I love someone who doesn't love me back. He loves someone who only uses him for his looks. I loved him because with every word he said, my face began to light up.
I smiled ear to ear for every little word that came from his mouth.
Now, we're just two heartbroken teenagers, but not for the same reason.
I still love him. Hate didn't break my heart. In fact, love did so what makes love any better?
