Love, Hurt.
**Disclaimer: Been too long since I've done this, I vaguely remember posting a similar/same subject title and referenced SatC, and it might or might not be in the same post, but who cares, nobody reads this anyway.**
I've always felt that watching Sex and the City is like riding an emotional roller coaster, what with all the all too familiar scenarios and dilemmas. While re-watching Season 2 yesterday where Miranda was dating some control freak with anger management issues, I suddenly had a thought: Was it worth it to hurt someone you love just to prove you're right?
I can't help but do it over and over again, with my mum, with my younger brother, with my lovers. I can't bring myself to say sorry either because I feel that I wasn't at fault. I am sorry though, for hurting you. In hurting you, it made me feel that it was wrong to be right.
I might not have said it to you before, but I do love you, in my own way. If I can turn back time, I would have spared you the torture of having been with me. So my last gift to you is to leave you, so you can find someone that you truly deserve.
I've always felt that watching Sex and the City is like riding an emotional roller coaster, what with all the all too familiar scenarios and dilemmas. While re-watching Season 2 yesterday where Miranda was dating some control freak with anger management issues, I suddenly had a thought: Was it worth it to hurt someone you love just to prove you're right?
I can't help but do it over and over again, with my mum, with my younger brother, with my lovers. I can't bring myself to say sorry either because I feel that I wasn't at fault. I am sorry though, for hurting you. In hurting you, it made me feel that it was wrong to be right.
I might not have said it to you before, but I do love you, in my own way. If I can turn back time, I would have spared you the torture of having been with me. So my last gift to you is to leave you, so you can find someone that you truly deserve.