I think there is a thin line between love and hate because to have love, there has to be hate. Its like you can’t know what love is until you know what hate is and vice-versa. And even if you think you hate someone, there is always the chance that you are crazy about them, and if you think you love someone there is always a chance that you were caught in the moment and you realize how weird, annoying, insane, creepy, etc. later.