Love. And Hate. Such strong words that are used in our lives. A friend of mine asked, "Do you hate him?" I answered, "No, I don't." Maybe it's common for people to regard hatred to stem out from a damned love. Perhaps, it is what people come to feel after everything does not seem to fit in anymore, when everything falls apart all so abruptly, when no matter how many droplets of tears keep pouring out from your red puffy eyes, the wound is just too deep to be mended.
Love, and Hate. Both these words bear such heavy meanings that to me, even time seems to be at a lost in removing the imprints they leave. Love, Hate, they make people do absurd things at their own willingness, they drive people insane, they ignite the sparks in us, they excite us, they amaze us, they appall us, they confuse us, they suffocate us, they destroy us, and they bring us down.
Hatred should never exist in love. Yes, of course they are enemies and because of that, it is even more probable to keep them as far apart as space allows them to be. They say, the stronger the love, the greater the hatred when love fails. Why then, does it sound wrong?
Never let hatred get in the way. It is just like a Decepticon, knowing nothing but destruction.
Just like the shining stars hanging onto the pitch black expanse. Only those eyes who want to unearth and dwell deep into the blitz surface in search of their true beauty will seek it.
Just a simple gift.
But if willing you are, the hidden secrets will reveal themselves to you.
Just a simple thought.
If you turn the knob to your heart, a token of appreciation lays before you.
Just a simple mystery.
If it is what your heart desires, love awaits you on the other side of the door.
This day, I gave it all away.
This day, the last efforts were poured in.
This day, heartfelt stories penned on papers are told.
This day, I may become a past of yours.
This day, this day.
With love,
Claira
27/8, 11.48pm
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