"There's a thin line between love and hate."
A common saying everyone in the English language can say is some what true.
But is there such a thing as a thin line between passion for something and passion for someone? A thin line between admiration for a certain quality and admiration for a certain person?
I'd like to believe that we can choose who to love. We can choose who breaks our hearts or who mends them back together. But I know that I'm wrong.
Love is a tricky subject.
It always has. There is the "irrational love" when your thirteen and believe the next British, good looking, pop star is going to see you and only you in the crowd and whisk you away to a land of butterflies and rainbows.
Again, "irrational"
But when the love is real. The kind that makes you smile when they walk into the room. The kind where when they say "Everything's going to be okay," you believe them. The kind where you feel your stomach knot when they look directly at you and you feel like nothing on this planet matters except him and you.
Yep.
That's that "thin line"
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The Score
RomanceRose Quentin is independent. There is no other way to put it. She's only oblivious to the attention she attracts. The twenty-one year old didn't come from a horrible family or a bad history. Actually she is the opposite. She has had a good life, pla...
