 | via negativa (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2){kind=small} slipforth) wrote, |
Out of sight long enough, out of mind. I'm predictable. Sufficient time has passed that the thought of him doesn't sting as harshly. I feel dull pain instead of acute pain when my mind washes over those pretty images of shared moments. But the bitterness grows. A free-flowing, ever-expanding bitterness. He's another object in my dusty archives, another corpse among similar corpses - I can't tell any of them apart anymore. All our spoken promises sound so ridiculous and childish in retrospect that I'm determined to disdain the idea of relationships altogether. Well, no. I still love to love. I'll just be more careful with whom I choose to love.
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