Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twits at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible throughh your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are shredded. Every interaction spikes your blood With dangerous kind of adreline, and you are on the brink of flight.
Your body is berely under your control. Ur consumed and it scares you. Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game and you have to win them.