Romans & histoires It's A Thin Line Between Love

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

“I just don’t want her having fun. I want her miserable. Exhausted. Angry. Exactly where she deserves to be until I decide I’m tired of her.” The words come out harsher than I intend, like I’m trying to convince more than just him. Shane raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. “Wow. That’s passionate for a man who doesn’t care.” I glare at him but he only laughs harder. “You should be careful,” he says, shaking his head. “There’s a very thin line between hate and love.” I scoff, taking a slow sip of my drink. “That line doesn’t exist for me.”

His voice floats in the air between us and a small smile tugs at my lips as I close my eyes in the safeness of Emerson's embrace. They say there's a thin line between hate and love; the thinner mine gets, the stronger these foreign feelings for Emerson Ford get and the deeper he engraves his very being into my soul.

In fact, right now, they were not important at all. I swallowed back bile and murmured, my voice husky with desire, with raw, urgent need, “Of course I care about you. I thought… I thought that you hated me.” “We hate each other. That’s the problem, isn’t it?” My mouth turned up, the smile too sad to reach my eyes. “I suppose it is.” “There’s a thin line between love and hate, though.” “Too thin,” I breathed, levelling my gaze at him. “Sometimes, I… Sometimes it becomes blurred beyond all comprehension. Until I no longer know what is real and what is not.”

He said removing the card so that I can see his face. “You are!” I said, shaking my head and hugged him lightly. “Are you ok?” he asked when I sat calmly in his car. “Yeah!” I replied. “Are you thinking about him?” he suddenly asked. “Who?” I asked him frowning. “The guy you love!” he replied and this time my frown has increased. “I don’t love him. I just like him.” I said, shaking my head. *Rohan Pov* Even though I told her about my likeness and she told hers, I still felt that something is missing somewhere.

I really don't like him and as if I'd be jealous of those skanks! He's still not talking. Maybe he wants to hear a lot of compliments coming from someone who despises him a lot. Well, this is the final blow; I hope your big head burst! "Do you believe in the saying that there's a thin line between love and hate?" I asked as I walked into his direction. I looked straight into his eyes and continued, "The more you hate someone, the more you secretly want that person. Maybe that's what I'm feeling right now."

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

I admitted, which was a half-lie. "Right. Well," she said, closing her book again. "You can be bored by yourself." She walked toward the door, and panic set in. Jumping up, I shut the door as she opened it, my arm rested above her head, her small body tucked in front of mine. "Don't leave," I whispered lightly. "I do enjoy our banter." She stayed still, her chest rising and falling faster. "This isn't banter. It's hate." "What's that saying?" I asked softly, watching the hair on her neck stand up from my breath against her. "There is a thin line between love and hate?"

A colleague requested everyone to tell their thoughts about love. When Shruti's turn came, " I don't know as I haven't fallen in love yet but I hope that I will find someone special for me someday." Arohi gave a smile to her thoughts then it was Arohi 's turn she denied saying anything at first but everyone started insisting on her so she took a deep sigh and then started. Love is a beautiful feeling, especially when you are in true love. But it rips out your heart when it ends, so for me, love is deadly.

Gatlin asked isn’t it because of love they are in this stage. “I loved the wrong person, Gat it’s mom’s fault to love and believe wrong person, love is not bad thing” Lucy didn’t want his son to live his life in hate she knows Gatlin need someone to love her son is so good that he deserved to be loved a Limitless Love.