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I wished last night that we could go through the next few months on auto-pilot.
This is what I think it feels like.
Staring straight ahead, unable to focus. But still, thoughts in an incoherent jumble, just as painful as before.
I'm a fool to think that our relationships would be without conflict. It's much like stupid teenagers always think "Won't happen to me". But you know it will.
Really though, life, and those relationships that make it, are little else but conflict.
There has been a time when I was happy. So I won't say it will never come again. I'm not that much of a fool.
I don't want to go through on auto-pilot. Manual leaves room for true pain, but it's no worse than that dull ache.
This is what I think it feels like.
Staring straight ahead, unable to focus. But still, thoughts in an incoherent jumble, just as painful as before.
I'm a fool to think that our relationships would be without conflict. It's much like stupid teenagers always think "Won't happen to me". But you know it will.
Really though, life, and those relationships that make it, are little else but conflict.
There has been a time when I was happy. So I won't say it will never come again. I'm not that much of a fool.
I don't want to go through on auto-pilot. Manual leaves room for true pain, but it's no worse than that dull ache.