I've heard so many times that the opposite of love is not hate, it is ignorance instead. Come to think of it, it makes sense. Sometimes you get more devastated when you're not talking with someone than when you're actually fighting with them. I mean when you hate someone at least you still care about what they are doing.
Yet on the other hand, sometimes ignorance is a bliss. It's perplexing how the leaves on top of the tree gets blown more by the winds. To put it on "people context", the more you gain/climb the bitchier people around you get. That's when ignorance is a bliss.
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