The meeting point

The face in the picture stares at me.
A cry erupts from the deep recessions of the heart.
I am taken by surprise by the sheer emotion it evokes
I stare back at the face with all that it stirs.
Satisfied to, I shoot daggers
How much I loved you.
Or perhaps still do.
How much I ache in places I didn't know existed.

The picture blurs.
And I think - this is where love meets hate.