We demand closure as though our lives were put together as neatly as novels, but the fact of the matter is they’re not. In real life, relationships are messy and poorly written, ending too early or too late, and sometimes in the middle of a sentence.
Ultimately, the worst kinds of pain do not come from your enemies,
but the people you trust and love.
It’s all quite simple really: the more hate you hold in your heart, the less room there is for love.