Hate Begets Like Begets Love/Reset Cycle

You would think that just because I hate her guts means that she is nothing special for me.

Let me get this straight. I hate this girl. I hate every facet of her person. Physical? Bleh. Personality-wise? Right. Fashion? Hah! Don’t make me laugh.
God can take her now (She’s just too nice) for all I care– because I don’t. Good riddance. Good bye; I don’t hate to see you go away, goes my version of the popular song...

But at first glance there is nothing to hate about her, truth be told.
Looks? She’s okay. Nothing like (Name Censored For Security Purposes) or (NCFSP again), and definitely not even a shadow of (NCFSP yet again, and for good reasons). But she does look pretty in her own way. Like a diamond in the rough.
Personality? But she’s kind when she needs to be and strong when it’s called for. Malleable in a pinch– and admirably so– but never hypocritical. Knowledgeable and intelligent, true, yet never a know-it-all.

And fashion– well, I’ve never seen her in anything but our school’s uniform. Not enough information to go on.

(Okay, there was that one time she came to school in a sweatshirt and biking shorts.)

All in all, there’s nothing wrong with her. Fifteen boys and two girls will attest to that.

So what’s with my hatred of her? Illogical? Unfounded? Am I to be dragged kicking and screaming to Boys’ Town now for stalking a fellow student?

Come to think of it: why do I know these things about here? More so, why do I bother writing? Accusing her of something, then contradicting myself?

An explanation is required, I think. Maybe my thought processes require a thorough follow-through.

I say I hate here. Hate demands attention to be paid at the object of hatred. Attention points at details here and there that compose her being. Details comprise knowledge. Expansion of knowledge leads to understanding. Understanding gives way to approval. Approval upgrades to liking. And the final iteration of liking is–
My train of thought breaks. Reset cycle.

What was that again? Hate begets like begets– love?

What?

Polar opposites attract? Desire can translate itself into enmity? Am I in denial? All my actions to this point have merely been me “playing hard to get”?

Then again, she did dump me when I said I loved her.

Stupid.

(Who? Her? Me?)