Love is a bitter form of hate.

When you love someone,
You whisper the sweet words of
"I love you" in their ear.

Whether or not they like it,
Those words are implanted like seeds in their hearts.

As the days go on,
Those seeds spread their roots into the very being of the person.

Most strive to achieve this form of hate at least once in a lifetime.

But, one day, this new blossom will be ripped
out either by death or varying unforeseen circumstances.

And when it leaves, a void is left that nothing can fill, rendering that person empty.

And leaving that void of emptiness is the deepest form of hate.