i think a lot of the bitterness in breakups comes because we like to
think we've been understood completely by the person we love.
especially when the breakup happens really fast and unexpectedly,
you're left feeling that this sensation of being intimately aware of
another person, of finally finding someone who understands you and
accepts you, never really existed outside your imagination.
it seems like a betrayal thing to me, not an abuse thing or something
exploitative. more like "i handed you my soul to carry around and you
dropped it. how could you?"
betrayal is the hardest thing to forgive.
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sine | deb
a non sequitur:
why is the presence of true beauty always so painful?
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