“She said: ‘Son, love can’t be trusted, it’s just another weakness’.”
You know those dreams where you have, usually just as you’re falling asleep?
Like you put a foot down where you expect there to be floor, and there isn’t, and you reach out to grab something and jerk yourself awake (/punch your partner in the back)?
I don’t like that feeling when I’m awake, when something I held to be true for so long is snatched out from under me. It makes me rethink the entire foundations of my thoughts.
I feel sick, but not; like I want to curl up in a ball; but angry all at the same time.
That’s the best thing about love. What doesn’t scar becomes a sore spot.
