You came home and she wasn't there. And then she told you that. She said it is the truth. You refused to believe her. You called her a liar. You blamed her for your pain. You felt that you've lost her for good. You concluded that that frustration is the result from love; but how can it be love, when in your heart you want to believe that she is a bad, dishonest person. Your concious mind might not be present for this. Because friend, you have entered the first stage of grieving.
Denial.
You said you're done trying. You thought, you have done your best and things are beyond repair. You called it quit. Everything was her fault. Her friend's fault. God's fault. She is no longer the person you knew before. But does it ever crossed your mind, that maybe, just maybe, you are the one who have became the person she no longer knows? This is what I think. Both of you deserve better. Better in a subjective manner. Because as far as I know, love, is all about sticking through with someone. About forgiving each other. Each and everytime.
Yours truly,
gadistlena
ps; maybe the person you've really lost is yourself, during all the sandstorms
ps; maybe the person you've really lost is yourself, during all the sandstorms
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