There is a fine line between love and hate

I believe I have stumbled across the reason I was dragging my feet. There is such a fine line between love and hate, and for me I have no bounds on the emotions I feel once they begin. But what are you left with when the love fades? The answer to that is what I have been avoiding, because I cannot bear the thought of hating of you. But as all the warm feelings I have fade for good I catch myself wishing I had never met you, or I find myself so angry that things are over and you ended it. So I hold onto those feelings of love that are no longer there because they are better than the alternative. Then I think about us and wonder if we ever really will stay in each other's lives. I still feel that need to fill you in on bits of my life, because you were such a big part of it, and I still sometimes can't believe you no longer are. But as I continue moving on I don't think you are going like what happens next, I can't imagine you being happy for me. So I will eventually stop filling you in, and life will go on.

I am almost there, and I will pick up my feet. Half of me is reluctant and the other half is eager, we will see who comes out on top.