Summary: What Lily thinks of love.

Love And Hate Equals In Weight

By: AlbinoFrog

They say love is a strange and wonderful thing.

Love is painted to be flawless and innocent, pure as mountain snow.

A beautiful tapestry, woven from poetic words and declarations.

Unwavering. Lasting forever.

There's always a handsome knight in shining armor coming to rescue the helpless, lovely princess.

A princess that's waited her whole life for that very moment.

But love isn't like that.

It's awkward and hesitant and humiliating and, at times, terrible.

At least, it is for me.

Because I love him.

And then I think he loves me.

Until we start arguing.

And those things he says, they break me to pieces.

And I hate him. Everything about him.

And I don't.

I am broken in two, one filled with hate, the other filled with love.

But I don't know which side weighs most.

There truly is a thin line between love and hate.

A/N: Well … I'm ill. And I had nothing to do. Bored senseless. And then suddenly, the first sentence hit me and I could do nothing but write. The words literally poured onto the paper. Um … please review?