We can almost sense when it's coming. We get that feeling. Then those awful thoughts start rushing in.
Not again. Not another disappointment. Not another ending. Not another heartbreak.
Not another "going through."
The signs are there, the red flags are waving in the sky, but we try so hard to will them away, to excuse them, to explain them, to pretend they're not really there.
The potential – his potential – is all we can see. We're blinded by it, no matter what anyone else says or what we know deep down in our hearts, we don't really want to see.
Why?
Because we know all too well what comes next. That if we allow ourselves to see, then we have to make a decision. And if we have to make a decision, that means we have to choose between loving ourselves and loving someone else. And while that should be obvious, it's never, ever as easy as it seems.
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