In order to truly be one with another, you must shave off bits of yourself. You have to make little sacrifices here and there in order to fit your hearts together snugly, without gaps or cracks in between. The question is this: how much is too much? Is there a point when you step back and realize that you have given too much, changed too much?
I don't know the answers to these questions. But I do know that out of the two of us, I'm the one who has given the most, changed the most. That would be alright if I felt that you had given some of yourself to me, too, but I honestly can't say that you've given me much of anything.
One of the biggest differences between us is that I would chase you. If you left, I wouldn't be able to sit idly by watching you go. No, I would follow you, to the ends of the earth if need be; I would do anything to get you back. But would you do the same for me? Would you protest, beg me to come back to you? That is the million dollar question.
I still love you, even though you've hurt me yet again. I can't help it. I don't know if I'm able to stop. I'm like a punching bag, rebounding again and again only to face more pain. Now, though, I realize I have to protect myself, at least to some small degree. So I'm using the only mechanism of self defense I know-- acting cold, distant. I know it's not the nice choice, or even the fair one, but you have to understand that I'm doing what I have to do. I can't keep getting hurt like this.
I don't know the answers to these questions. But I do know that out of the two of us, I'm the one who has given the most, changed the most. That would be alright if I felt that you had given some of yourself to me, too, but I honestly can't say that you've given me much of anything.
One of the biggest differences between us is that I would chase you. If you left, I wouldn't be able to sit idly by watching you go. No, I would follow you, to the ends of the earth if need be; I would do anything to get you back. But would you do the same for me? Would you protest, beg me to come back to you? That is the million dollar question.
I still love you, even though you've hurt me yet again. I can't help it. I don't know if I'm able to stop. I'm like a punching bag, rebounding again and again only to face more pain. Now, though, I realize I have to protect myself, at least to some small degree. So I'm using the only mechanism of self defense I know-- acting cold, distant. I know it's not the nice choice, or even the fair one, but you have to understand that I'm doing what I have to do. I can't keep getting hurt like this.
God, maybe you're the one who's better off without me.
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