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Was hanging out with a friend a few weeks ago and he was talking about his ex and naturally there was a lot of hating going on. Had to reflect on it. Never finished, I was interrupted and never got back to it.

It's interesting that those so seemingly enamored of each other can so quickly come to spite each other so completely.

What is it about lost love that makes it so easy for us to hate?

I can't say that I know this feeling personally, for I've yet to lose love,

But I've seen friends torn apart.

I've seen tears,

Heard screams, cries, rants.

I've seen the pain and hate in their eyes.

But why?

They were strolling on the shore hand in hand yesterday

Today they struggle to keep hands to selves, for different reasons.

They couldn't stand each other's absence.

Now they can't stand the sight of the other.