Every once and a while when you hate someone you suddenly look up and wonder why you are always staring at them,
or doodling their names in your notebook during math class.
Where is the line between love and hate?
Black and white, maybe gray.
Everyone thinks of black and white being two colors. As different as possible.
But maybe they're not, maybe black and white can't ever just be black or white they're just different shades of gray.
And now I'm sorry. I thought I hated him and because of that I hurt him with all my might. I needed him to hate me too.
But my plan worked too well.
He hated me.
And I didn't hate him back.