Both Hamlet and Ophelia are like leaves in a tornado to a great extent. One could argue that Ophelia would have been so regardless of Hamlet's difficulties: She was already in over her head when she fell for Hamlet because of their class difference. Perhaps their love never had a chance.
Both appear overwhelmed by their circumstance. Hamlet doesn't know who to trust, and Ophelia's naivete is almost unbearable (surely she knew when she started the relationship that her father and brother would not approve).
Yet at the time when talk is most important, neither of them speak honestly or directly. Ophelia allows herself to be used as a pawn; Hamlet talks in code: "are you honest?", "shall I lie my head upon your lap", and "get thee to a nunnery"--all double edged comments dripping with sexual undertones. Such comments honestly reveal his anger and confusion but are too witty to shed light on his feelings for Ophelia. Ophelia doesn't understand.
The sexual innuendos here (a nunnery is code for a brothel) do suggest his mother's behaviour has coloured his view of women, and that he is angry at what seems a betrayal by them both. Yet his sexual insults reveal a deep misunderstanding of Ophelia: She loves him.
Both lovers lack trust. Neither really sees the other, and both are too fixated on their own situations to reach out and support the other. Their love is green, too new for talk and trust.