If I didn't hate you... I think I'd love you.

Do you ever think "If you weren't my sister (brother/cousin/child/etc) I wouldn't like you." It goes the same way for people we hate ... I think. If I didn't hate them I'm pretty sure I would love them. It's too bad life puts us on opposite sides of a table sometimes. One day when all is said and done, and none of it matters anymore I think some of my biggest enemies will become my good friends.