my favorite heterosexual couple broke up after seven years together. seven years! i haven't even liked anyone that long.. let alone loved.
they were a couple already back in high school, for chrissakes.
i took her out today, we went far away from her, their comfort zone. i didn't want to spend the day babysitting a crying girl... i didn't want to hear all those cliches ( now loaded with familiarity), again. i wanted us to take a bloody bus ride away from her heartbreak. but i guess that's impossible. half the things we did, the places we went to somehow rang a chord, still struck sadness.
and i couldn't get angry, for the life of me. because i know only too well how stagnancy deals it's blows. no matter what, someone will always outgrow the other. and she built her life on him, knowing it wasn't the right thing to do.
hay. a boy's never made me feel like that. i wonder if it's a different kind of pain. haha. the first and only time i came even near to experiencing heartbreak dealt by a male is now a faint, embarassing memory :)
you ever get scared of your own happiness sometimes? my happiness is not fragile, but my heart might be
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kalawakankitty) wrote,
crushed
