Between love and hate...

...lies a thin, fine line. Probably as thin as a thread but if one does really think about it, it sure is true. Sometimes we love too much and when anger hits, we tend to wonder how could it come about. We wonder if we have turned to hate the person. The ones we love the most are the ones who would hurt us terribly. It's sad but true and I guess no one would ever be able to tell the reason why it is this way. When we love someone, we try to do our best no matter it takes. The road is bumpy yet we struggle and keep trying. Finally, when we something stirs up, we only realize that all the sacrifices come down to nothing. Well, what's life without love whether it's just a friend or any family for that matter. I guess that's the reason we try and somehow we end up feeling so hurt. The hurt inside gets so unbearable and you want to just run away. And then somehow the question of whether running away would bring happiness. Somehow true love never seems to disappear once it is there deep down inside. Even the hate does not seem to help. It's always easier said than done. How is it possible to be heartless and not feel a thing? I guess no one could do so which is why people go through hell and stay in it. Fighting deep down and letting days pass by with so many mixed feelings...