“I am sure she had no hope. I told her that the affair was temporary, that my love for her was temporary, and doubtless her love for me was temporary. I spoke of mortality and the fragile and shadowy nature of human arrangements and the jumbled unreality of human minds, while her large light brown eyes spoke to me of the eternal. She said, I want to be perfect for you so that you can leave me without pain.”
there’s thing you do, you step away from the problems because you dont know how to deal. when it’s inconvenient, you leave, you leave me to pick up the broken shards, you leave me to smoothen the pain and slip it under my heart. tomorrow it’s always better, because you know i’ll be fine on my own. i want you to think i’m perfect again tomorrow. my head held high, my bruises under sheaths of daylight so you’d think i was unaffected. i am strong; devoid of the weakness and rash, childish anger you used to have with another.
anyway moments like these just make me so.. sure.
