 | I CAN LIVE WITH OR WITHOUT YOU. BUT I CHOSE NOT TO. | Feb 27, 2008 |
Maybe, some things are not meant to be. Yet.
Sometimes, we think we are part of someone's life. We share things with them, spend time with them, and gather good memories with them. Then suddenly, they'll show you that no matter how much you want them to be a part of you, it cannot happen. In spite of what you have been through together, you'll realize that you are still strangers, as you always have been.
One grows distant from another sometimes not because of hatred, not because of indifference but because of fear--fear that the hurt gets greater as one gets closer; a recognition of the tendency to fall deeply, and consequently drown in a quicksand of stupid irrationalities. Sometimes, what drives one away is not the absence of emotion, but the overwhelming presence of it.  | | | |
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