Imagine that for your half of your life you’ve hated and despised someone. Only to realised that you’ve loved them all along. You’d force yourself to hate that person so much that you didn’t realise how you really feel. You ask yourself, ‘Is it love, or is this just a dream?’ You think to yourself, ‘How can I love someone so cruel?’ But you realise, no-one is perfect and that that person is just tainted, imperfect in more ways than one, but perfect in many more. They are a beautiful disaster…