When now I hate you, it's because I love you to the point where my heart is crushed flake it.
There is an expression of the Batak-although we do not describe the character of the owner of that phrase in Indang yes-ho, Indang in AHU, ma tu tumagonan begu. Literally something like, "I get guns, guns are also allowed to get elo, mending all make a ghost!"
This is perhaps the spirit of the suggestive SMS was furious: "Lo I've made idup destroyed. Idup elo gw current turn make a mess!" When you call back, SMS sender number was never more active, in perpetuity.
To this end, definitions of it, that love means wanting happiness for him, though not necessarily with him or have it become a real-nonsense stale. Or we is not never loved anyone, except ourselves?
So when our self-the only thing we love it-hurt, the perpetrator must feel the same pain, plus a bonus of course, even if he is someone who, once upon a time, we refer to as the beloved.
What is more chaotic, often no one who hurt us, except ourselves. But we must find a defendant to this suffering, and that was it!
So remember the phrase other Batak people. (Doh, how so very Batak nih writing). Hassit mulak mangido, humassitan mulak mangalean. EMG pain when our request was rejected, tp guns hurt as much when the administration rejected it. Especially if it is given the heart ...
Fear of rejection, has become a horrific terror in life, that characterizes the true story of mankind, also an imaginary scenario in the cinema screen. We are sometimes difficult to measure, which is more painful: the love that was never spoken, or unspoken love, but pointed rejection.
Do we have the right to hate someone, just because he did not receive care that we give? Are we allowed to say, "Because my love you do not need, means that you need from me is the hatred?"
I do not know ... But I, and many people I know, never like that. Until then I knew, the love that is rejected is not the end. True, all of it will end when love is "denied" it then we let it cross the limit of thin as onion skin, into hatred. The man who was still a little sympathy and regard us Fren, would turn into sun, we burn with embers of anger.
Though there is a better option. (1) goodbye carefully, repack, liver spill did not find its estuary, looking for others who need it the ocean, which can really appreciate it.
Or ...
(2) If you really can not move to another heart, still love him, because actually, not anyone who could refuse an offering of love. Is not love is the right of every person? But of course, mencintalah from far away, sail the longing that never go dock. Love her without making her feel disturbed. Turning to prayer for him, though he may never know, pleaded happy for him, though he made a division of happiness is not with you.
Pathetic? Maybe yes, maybe not. What is clear, it does not mutate so silly love hate earlier. Anyway, God said to keep a secret in the sky promise: that there is no reward for true love, except for true love as well.
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