Hateplace and lovedates

The line between love and hate has never been clear to me but the moment I could see it, I was made to use it a jump rope. I was in love but I also wasn't until I actually fell in love. It's pretty confusing, even to me sometimes but now I realise that when you spend so much time with someone you can't really hate that person , a part of you will still want them. The story of how I fell for my dream husband's shitty brother