Sep 20, 2006 22:54
I will never understand how people continue to hurt each other. The saddest part about it is that we hurt the people we love the most.
It's worse when we do it on purpose. I've done it. You've done it. We've all done it. I'll disclose a little here...
I was in love with someone once. Very much in love. And I pushed them away. Cause I always do it. I said the things I knew would hurt most and like any normal person, they ran. And sometimes I chased, but only to find out that they were hurt. Too hurt. And that's real misery. Hurting someone you love to find out that you've hurt them so bad that they can't recover. They can't see passed what you've done and you realize you're the one who made the real mistake.
I don't have to use names in that story because for me, it's a story that I've repeated that enough times that anyone's name can go in there pretty much. But one stands out.
And...I regret it. I always will. Even when I'm happy, even when things go well... I know I made a life-altering mistake.
We have to be honest with each other. We have to say what we mean and mean what we say. To hurt someone you love on purpose is not love. It is not kindess. It is not strength. It's weakness. Nothing but.
But I'm done being weak now. Done.
sad,
love,
pain