Opposite Of Love Is Indifference Novels & Stories

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

Because temporary exhaustion was human. Conflict was human. Space was human. But eventually. relationships weakened when repair no longer mattered to one side. I continued softly. “Love survives many forms of pain.” Another pause. “But indifference slowly empties connection from the inside.” Stillness spread deeply. Recognition everywhere. Because most relationships did not die through one catastrophic moment. They faded through accumulated emotional absence. Tiny abandonments repeated quietly over time. I watched the first move closer to the second carefully now. Not demanding promises. Not demanding forever.

Perhaps I love her, yet there is something deep inside me that compels me to despise her. That right there is love, alpha..." Dillon spoke in a murmur. The opposite of loving someone is to hate them; this is the nature of the relationship between the two. He continued by saying, "You can't just tell someone that you detest them without a deeper explanation coming from their mouth," which was an additional point he made. "Love is not all about what we feel; it's all about how we can make that person stay with us till the end," said Robert Frost. "Love is not all about what we feel."

she said as she looked away. "Someone is bothering you Susanna. Would you wanna share it with me?" "I rather not". She loves him. She loves him so much. She had always loved him and still love him. She didn't know why but she suddenly felt what she had always felt for him. Love. She still had that soft spot for him. The true enemy of love is when emotional indifference takes command of logic; for only when love takes command of logic can good choices be made. Indeed, love in command of both our higher logic and our primitive drive is humanity’s hero-mode.

Love is a set of emotions and behaviors characterized by intimacy, passion, and commitment. It involves care, closeness, protectiveness, attraction, affection, and trust. Love can vary in intensity and can change over time. It is associated with a range of positive emotions, including happiness, excitement, life satisfaction, and euphoria, but it can also result in negative emotions such as jealousy and stress.

It would seem somehow if she's drinking and I'm not. I had asked her if she was in love with Jeff since Jeff had already told her that he was not ready to get married….. so he doesn't want to play with her feelings. She had quietly thought about what answer she could give me….. and finally the word 'Maybe' left her mouth. It's indeed obvious from her response that she doesn't love him. Love is different from lust. Love is the transaction that we are hardwired to desire. We present the right amount of desirable traits, boom...... We can either turn it ON or turn it Off.

"Excuse me?" "I know that my mother had wronged you, but isn't that you're being too petty to me who had nothing to do with that? Have you ever heard that the opposite of love isn't hate but indifference? If you really don't care about my mother, you won't hold this much resentment in your heart. It's only the people you care about who are capable of hurting your feelings the most." I insisted. "Your Majesty, there's a thin line between love and hate. Make up your mind." He glared at me.

I yelled, and then reduced my voice to a whisper, “and yet, you don't know if you love me.” “Can't we just do without that word?” “No, we can't.” “Why?! What use is the word without action?! Why can't I show affection without having to say a word that is meaningless?” “Excuse me? Love is not meaningless. It's the highest and purest form of affection and declaration. It's that rare form of happiness you feel within because someone planted it there. It's essential. It's important.”

And ripped my heart out. “I just don’t care anymore.” The words hit like a blade. Like a slow, brutal cut right across my chest. I stared at her, trying to find the lie, trying to find anything that would tell me she wasn’t serious. But there was nothing. Not anger. Not pain. Not even resentment. All she exuded was just a cold indifference. Like she had already made peace with this. As if she had already let me go. And that was worse than hatred. Because hatred meant there was still something. There's always a thin line between love and hate. But she was empty.