From Hate To Love の小説・ストーリー

It makes you do crazy things, things you probably shouldn’t do. The opposite of love is hate. Hate is a feeling we all know and some of us encounter it on a daily basis. It makes you cold and unfeeling, it crushes your soul and changes who you are. If you allow it in, hate can be more powerful than love. It’s easier to hate than to love. Up to this point I’ve never hated anyone and I had plenty of reasons to hate, to be angry, to want more, to expect more. Being driven is not a bad thing, unless the drive inside of you takes over, because then, you lose yourself to it.

Rodney collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't say anything else—I just didn't want to see him again. When I was closing the door, I suddenly heard him ask, "Ivana, you hate me, don't you?" I shook my head. "Not anymore. When I was packing my things and getting ready to move out, I found that box of handwritten love letters. I stopped hating you then. People say that hate is the opposite of love, but they're wrong. The opposite of love is actually indifference.

The simple honest wish of a man who had decided that if the person he loved was going to be loved by someone else then the someone else had better do it correctly. Take care of each other. "We will," I said. He nodded. Once. Clean and certain the way he did everything. He opened the door. He went back to his desk. And I stood in the small meeting room for a moment with the ring on my finger and the warmth of the morning and the specific weight of Marcus Reed's grace settling around me and I thought about the specific cost of loving someone who chooses someone else and the specific dignity of bearing that cost without letting it make you smaller.

I chanted the words like saying sorry to her for falling in love with the person who was a nightmare in her world but a beautiful dream in mine, There is a thin line between love and hate. One line that separates two devastating feelings of the world. Both of them carry the same strong obsessional feelings of complication that you don't realize crossing the sacred line. One moment you're hating him for hurting someone close to you and the next moment you find reasons to divert the truth of the incident only to assure yourself from any guilt.

I know I don’t feel repulsive anytime I see him now but rather, I want to get closer to him more. This is all still strange to me, I mean, how could I hate a guy one time and love him the next? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on, who said anything about love here? You got to be fucking kidding me. I agree I don’t hate him like I used to but that doesn’t mean I love him. I would say that I don’t hate him six times now or five, or make that four, it could be three though, or two. Okay, let’s just agree that I don't hate him and that doesn’t mean I love him, I mean, I don’t even like him yet so how could I possibly love him?

She said to me and I chuckled darkly. Her hate was better than her nonchalance or impassiveness. Hate was something, it was an emotion, and they always say there’s a thin line between love and hate. I’ll find that line and obliterate it till she loves me as much as she hates me. I don’t want just one or the other alone, I want both, I want everything she can give and more.

Lauren yelled with a clenched fist. "Loverboy! I gave you my property for just two months and you are holding on to it like it's yours." Lauren turns his face, it's obvious that Lauren is madly in love with Mandy, even though he had told her a thousand times to her face that he hates her, let's say it's love in a coat of hate. "I said I want to see her," Lauren yelled.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

He yelled in return. " Because it's of no use. No one can help me, Ray, not even you. And you trying is going to hurt the both of us! Even more than we can ever imagine." I spat, tears clouding my eyes again. " But I love you! I freaking do! Why can't you understand that and let me stay?" He yelled as he shakes me, tears forming in his eyes. " Then hate me. If you truly love me Ray.... You would hate me." I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me.