The Thin Line between Devotion and Resentment 

Love is a quiet hunger that enters without permission, 

rearranging the room inside your chest.

It exposes everything you thought you hid well. 

It presses on your pride, softens your edges, 

and forces you to confront the parts of yourself you only face in the dark. 

Love makes you brave in ways you never rehearsed. 

It also makes you fragile in ways you never expected. 

It demands honesty, presence, and the courage to stay open even when your instincts tell you to fold.

Hatred grows differently. 

It is sharp, immediate, and effortless. 

It needs no invitation and asks for no explanation. 

It feeds on memory, on disappointment, on the moments you swallowed your

words to keep the peace. 

Hatred is the shadow that rises when love is mishandled or taken for

granted. 

It is the heat that fills your voice when you finally stop pretending you’re unaffected.

Hatred feels powerful, but it burns through you faster than your realize, leaving only exhaustion.

The truth is that the line between love and hatred is thinner than anyone wants to admit. 

They both come from the same intensity, the same desire to be seen and valued. 

They reveal what matters to you, what you fear losing, what you hoped would last. 

Love can turn into hatred when trust collapses. 

Hatred can dissolve back into love when understanding returns. 

They are not opposites, just two different ways the heart responds to being touched deeply.