“When you love someone… truly love them, friend or
lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself
that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you
that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of
where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when
they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It
leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want
to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong
with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you?
To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in
their right mind would not be terrified of that?”
Monday, July 29, 2013
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