We want to believe in people who have no desire for our faith.
We want to love people who do not want our love.
We want to embrace people who recoil from our touch.
We want to behold people that want to disappear from us.
And, when faced with that harsh reality, we can do little more than let go, accept it, and keep it moving.
I’ve been on the emotional roller coaster lately, partially because that letting go shit is hard as a muthafucka. Especially when you feel that there was something at least based on the foundation of friendship. When that slips from you, it kind of feels like you’re losing twice.
And it hurts. It all fucking hurts. The confusion hurts. The silence hurts. The unanswered questions hurt.
Sucks much, but, c’est la vie.