There’s a fine line that separates love from hate. The profound sentiments are two sides of the same coin. The fiercest hatred is spawned from the most potent love—not ordinary love but love so overwhelmingly deep that it is deadly.
A wild and ferocious beast. Unquantifiable. Unexplainable. Uncontainable.
Shakespeare depicted this notion in Romeo and Juliet—a story of love so powerful, so intense that it led the lovers to kill themselves—immortalising their love and giving birth to the most extraordinary tale of love and loss ever told. But had the couple lived long enough, had they allowed their love to ripen, their story would have inevitably evolved into a story of obsession and hate. A story of a couple who loved each other to death.
When love turns to hate, the best of friends become the best of enemies. They know each other’s strengths and each other’s weaknesses. Their fears and their insecurities. They know how to heal each other and how to hurt each other.
