Wednesday, February 8, 2012

How come even on the loveliest days, I still end up crying?

"I love you,"
"I don't know that." He'd said


There are some words you shouldn't say, because emotions lie nestled inside another and feeling one thing always opens up to feeling another, to feeling another.
There are some hurts you shouldn't speak of. Because it's easier to get the bottle of alcohol yourself, bite your arm and disinfect the wound than speak of it and only wish you hadn't.

And maybe there are some stories you weren't meant to tell, trials you weren't meant to speak of, cuts you're meant to pull your sleeves over.
Because empathy is a lot easier to find than the person you're looking for.

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