The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of beauty is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, but indifference between life and death. —- Elie Wiesel
Life’s mischievous, however. Just when you think you can rest on your laurels, it creeps up behind you and pinches you hard !
When the flattering words are replaced by increasingly bewildering messages filled with non-committal smileys and indifference, we’re once again left to find closure on our own. Remember how you said, I can always talk to you, and that you would always be here for me?
You lied.
Did I really mean that little to you? Because you left me so easily? Almost like I was nothing.
I have so much to say, I wish you hadn’t hurt me, I wish you’d kept your word and worked on the relationship. But I won’t.
I could preach you about how relationship comes in packages of potential, not perfection. But I won't as arguing over past is so infinitesimal over a grand scheme of things.
Relationships are full of minor annoyances and only few of them have real consequences. I can't hold you responsible for giving up on us. You are a man of a free will and you have made up your mind; so be it.
I have no reason to point fingers, because what good will it do, really? You’re there, I’m here.
I'll learn to incorporate your absence and memories into my life and channel my emotional energy toward other important things, and eventually, my grief will walk beside me instead of consuming me.
So while the hurt that accompanies missing you is almost like a physical ache, I am constantly choosing to remember that I had simply grown accustomed to your presence.
And I will, likewise, get used to your absence.
