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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.