golden girl

     I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations.      Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are shredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you’re in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you.      Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game - and you have to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.

The writer in me says keep them in your life. It makes for a beautiful story. The friend in me tells you to let them go. Give yourself a chance to heal. Give yourself a chance to move on. 

Don’t listen to the writer. Listen to the friend.