My heart hurts. I want to draw what I’ve felt like the past three days. It’s so much more painful this time around.
The drawing would look like two colorful, sticky blobs of goo that are stuck together. Then they both separate, with tiny strands of globule from one glob sticking to the other. When the two globs are ripped apart, the one who was trying to stick together becomes inflamed.
That’s what I feel like. Inflamed as in ‘hurt,’ not 'angry.'
I love her more than anyone else I’ve ever loved and am wondering if this decision is a mistake.
But I know the opposite decision would be a mistake for me. At least, that’s what I know now. What people know changes as time goes on, though.
Good to keep things in perspective, I guess:
Referencing Hitler and The Nazis makes you Hitler and The Nazis.
ReplyDeleteP.S: I watched the video in the library right next to a Jewish guy. Aren't I just the worst?!