The thin red line

There is no one I want to see more and less than you. There is no one I love or hate more than you. There is no one I would like to wrap my arms around and smile saying "love you love you love you" more than you. There is also no one I would like to wrap my fingers around their throat and shake like a ragdoll more than you. I never knew what a fine line there was between love and hate before I knew you. No one can make me feel as good as you can, or as simply fucking horrible. At the same time, I certainly don't hate you and I don't really think I love you either. So maybe you are the fine line between void and nothingness. I think that describes you perfectly.

So, Richard Simmons, stop calling me.