So here is the thing, I've come to learn over my 22 years of experience (...or lack there of..), that sometimes we put our heart and soul into the wrong things. And man, does it suck! Granted, I'm sure that when we put our whole self into things like work or school, they pay off. Right? I hope so. As I am starting that stressful, too many 3 credit classes, semester...I really hope that the work pays off eventually.
But when it comes to pouring our heart and soul into something that involves other people, I've come to learn that it usually comes back to bite us in the butt. Hollywood lets us believe that hard work pays off when it comes to love, or that we can somehow have that magical ending if we work to...prove? ourselves. I don't even know what word to put there. Working hard usually means we are trying to prove something, doesn't it? Or to gain something? Gain something by proving it. Either way, it is all so fake, and hopeless.
It just doesn't matter, the effort we put into something, when there is someone else involved, simply because they have this little thing called agency. They will end up doing exactly what they want. And they will not care what they hurt, or who they hurt to get what they want.
Needless to say, my delusion of who you were, was shattered by the truth of who you are. And I know that it is bugging you, but its something you did, and you're just going to have to let it happen. You were never supposed to mean this much to me; I was never supposed to fall this hard. But you know what? I did and that's the truth, that's what keeps me holding on because it hurts like hell to let you go.
I guess you were just another one of those people who were supposed to walk into my life, teach me a lesson, and walk out. I think needless to say this loss was big.
I would not survive you a second time. {{An 8 word plea to stay gone}}
I don't know who got the bigger loss here.
You or me?
Needless to say, my delusion of who you were, was shattered by the truth of who you are. And I know that it is bugging you, but its something you did, and you're just going to have to let it happen. You were never supposed to mean this much to me; I was never supposed to fall this hard. But you know what? I did and that's the truth, that's what keeps me holding on because it hurts like hell to let you go.
I guess you were just another one of those people who were supposed to walk into my life, teach me a lesson, and walk out. I think needless to say this loss was big.
I would not survive you a second time. {{An 8 word plea to stay gone}}
I don't know who got the bigger loss here.
You or me?