I really hate it when you think you are completely over someone, but then stand in their presence and discover that you're not. The flood of reasons why they are so delightful begin to pour into the crevices of your mind. And then, only then, do you realize how much you enjoyed their smile, laugh and silly personality. And you do not enjoy the way they try to make eye contact with you, which merely seems like a mockery to your current status. You laugh at all their silly jokes, but then quickly look away as if you were laughing at the air and how funny it is that we breathe it. Yes, I hate it when his parents ask you about your life, but he inquires not one question about your life after you've completely embarrassed yourself by exposing your vulnerability. Or he acts as if nothing has happened. That is what I hate.
Of course, I am phlegmatic, and above all, hate confrontation.
Of course, I am phlegmatic, and above all, hate confrontation.
Rachel. I know how you feel.
ReplyDelete(And you express it very eloquently as well.)
The air, and it's gravitating interest, has saved so much face and so many of our half healed hearts. I love this, for many reasons, but most of all for the fact that it's good honest thought, put into writing! Thanks.
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