Smooth as silk.
The opposite of rough but often times they are an integral part of each other. River rocks become smooth only after enduring the harsh elements and repeated beatings from the waves of choppy waters.
Most things have an opposite.
Light and Dark.
Good and Evil.
Love and Hate.
Is the opposite of love really hate or is it instead, love or no love?
With hate, at least there is a passion behind it.
There is a an effect taking place.
Something is causing someone to feel.
Whatever that feeling is.
I think I’d rather be hated than to feel nothing at all, like I hadn’t made the slightest difference.