They say there's a thin line between love and hate.
I think they blend into one, until you no longer feel the difference, just a strange exhilaration.
Your love? --it's a privilege; that he takes all of who you are, not just his favorite parts. That the two of you don't end when the physical does.
Perhaps given away, never earned, and followed through with blindly.
Your hate? --it's an indicator; that you're not completely inconsequential. Yes, you resides in the darkest corners of his mind.
You haven't become just another person in his past, a memory soon to lose it's shape. It means he still cares.
What if you don't deserve his attention?
Am I worthy? --No.
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