"I love him. I love him. I hate him. I hate him."

Love, love. Hate. hate. In the end, which one matters?

No man has ever gone to the end and come back to tell.

She is tired. She wants to sleep. Better to be strangers.

No love. No hate. Just strangers.

From this point forward, always and forever;

JAN 26 2014 | 58 WORDS | M♥H