Twenty year old me so wanted to believe in love that I mistook an intense infatuation for love and then ignored the signs that he wasn't willing to prioritize me or the relationship once that infatuation wore off. Then the stubborn loyalty in me and my ability to make the best of any situation took over and I focused all my energy on seeing the good in him and the good in a life together.
And so I found happiness and joy in my life completely clueless to the fact that instead of building happiness and joy in his life, he was building resentment, grudges, and misery such that one day he would walk away without looking back.
So this morning as the tears rolled down my face, I grieved that twenty something girl who just wanted to be loved.
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