When you learn about love, you learn about hurt.
And, when your hurting, you form a scab of hate, just to stop the bleeding. And so, you begin to cut a person out of your life, kill all feelings you have for him. You train yourself to consider him insignificant. Sometimes, you do it so well that you actually fool yourself into thinking that you've succeeded. But in your direst moments, you know you're lying to yourself. Because when you've truly loved a person for who he is, how can you one day say that you don't love him anymore?
Hate can only come when you're hurting really, really, really bad.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
love. hurt.
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