Nov 12, 2011 20:36
You know what the most tragic thing in the world is? When you finally finally finally get all the answers you've been looking for and it turns out that your wishful thinking was right all along and he always did love you, still does love you, and it turns out to be too little way, way too late.
Eight months ago the words he said to me might have been important. They might have changed everything. Two days ago, when he said them, I pretended to be asleep, incapable of having that kind of a conversation with him. Because something has changed. I have changed. And once you've turned a corner and changed so completely, there's no going back.
love is a complicated thing,
emotion,
being an adult