The Thin Veil Between a Kiss and a Curse

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Hi! I know I’ve been covering a lot of blogs over the past few weeks, but the main reason is… I’m addicted to this. Writing is one of the simplest ways I express my emotions to the world — and maybe, just maybe, it’s working. I truly love this space, and I hope to keep writing more and more.

That aside — today’s topic came from a special request by one of my amazing readers. Honestly, discussing ideas with them really pushes me to explore more, feel more, and write more. So, today, we’re diving into a mind-boggling idea:

How are love and hate different — and yet, so incredibly alike?

They say love and hate are opposites. But are they really? Anyone who has truly loved—and lost—knows the strange ache that turns affection into anger, warmth into cold indifference, or worse, into obsession. At their core, both love and hate demand attention, emotion, and energy. We don’t hate strangers. We hate those we once trusted, once needed, once let into the deepest parts of ourselves.

So, let's get down to business.

Different yet cut from the same cloth

At first glance, love and hate appear to be on the opposite ends of the emotional spectrum- one soft and giving, the other sharp and wounding. But pause for a moment. Reflect. When you love someone, what really happens? They not only occupy your time but also your inner world. You find yourself surrendering sleep to thoughts of them, reshaping your priorities, bending your emotions like branches toward their light. Love demands energy, attention, vulnerability—sometimes, even the quiet sacrifice of the self.

Now, look at hate. It too consumes, not with but warmth, but with fire. The person you hate lingers in your mind like a shadow, unable to go away even in the light. They pull at the same strings, just differently. You lie awake, not with longing, but with unrest. They disturb your peace, command your thoughts, live—ironically—rent-free in the same sacred space once reserved for love. In both cases, your heart is stirred, your stillness disturbed. What appears different to us is indeed similar. So it begs one question, what differs them really?

Twins separated apart

Love and hate are like twins born from the same fire, nothing much different between them but they got separated by us. We like to call them opposites, but the truth is more complicated. They’re not just two sides of a coin — this coin spins wildly, with blurred edges and tangled meanings. We confuse them so much but you can look at it this way-

• A friend can betray you and become your enemy overnight.
• An enemy can do something kind, and suddenly, you're disarmed.

These emotions are interchangeable. Not because we’re confused — but because humans are complex, and emotions don’t fit neatly in boxes.

The Thin Veil holds the two together

Well the difference lies not in the intensity but rather in the direction it takes-

• Love is constructive, fixing the mistakes one might make with someone, nurturing and supporting each other. On the contrary, hate is destructive, driven by a need to correct a perceived wrong, not gently — but forcefully.
• Love thrives on shared history, trust, and vulnerability. It’s rooted in a sense of belonging, of shared space. Hate is often born out of a severed connection. You can't hate a stranger for what they do but you will deeply resent a friend or a lover if they betray you.
• Love is hopeful, imagining a future, holding onto the possibility of healing, of being seen, of being enough. Hate on the other hand, is vengeful, seeing only the injuries of the past, closing the door on reconciliation, often even when part of you secretly hope for it.

Love and hate both are necessary for us. You can't expect to love someone and not hate anyone. Everyone has some sense of hate arising for someone at one point. It is that we have to traverse with both while keeping in check of how we will engage with those emotions. When someone makes you feel both, it doesn’t mean you’re confused — it means they mattered. But now it’s your job to decide who gets to keep that space in your mind rent-free.

Love and hate are just two passionate poems written in the same ink — the only difference is the direction of the pen.