You don't know how I feel about you, but you know that I do. I from. I feel about you. Knowing that is really all you need. You already know how you feel about me, though you don't need to. You already know that I am just as far from, both, the love and hate of you as you feel for yourself. I feel the same about you as you feel about me.

I roll into pure thought and sit and sulk at the wall. Tears don't, usually, come pouring from my eyes, but today they did because I loved. I loved someone I hated yesterday. I loved them and I don't know why. I loved them far beyond my imagination. I hated them yesterday with all of my heart; I could barely stand the sight of them. Today they're all that I think about, but I think I know why, now. Love and Hate are exactly the same. No matter how harsh they cherish both the good and the bad.

We are nothing alike, but exactly the same.

You go on saying we're the same mind split perfectly in two. You go on saying we're practically joined at the hip. You go on saying we're virtually inseparable. You go on saying we're the ones with everything in common. You go on saying we're the two whose hopes are the same. What you don't go on saying is that we have our differences, too. That's why I love you.

Another man's heart is full of hardships. Mine is easier. So is yours. With knowledge I see that only the bravest people are heart enough to tolerate the hate given to them I know a person like this. She is braver in the heart than in the fear that may conquer, but she knows, without knowing, that she is a great with the mind of the best and the heart of the most daring. She refuses to return the hate that is distributed to her. She ignores the hate. She ignores the hate.

Do you ever think about sorrow and joy? Do you picture the two, side by side? Do you guess and figure what the difference is? I bet you do. Do you ever find the answers, the reasons why? I bet you don't. I only think that because there is no difference.