What is it about love that makes us behave like fools and lose all reason? I hate and at the same time passionately love my man. He makes me so mad one moment n i swear its over even if i dont mean it. Then i get him 2 call me and apologise which he does. Sometimes i want to break open his skull with a pan but i know i'd tend to his wounds lovingly till he heals. Its like an addiction to a drug i should get a cure from or atleast control but am just happy to be in that high.