I perceive betrayal as one of the
most forms of hurtful behavior. It means they were ready to hurt you just so
they can feel better or do better.
Every breath you take matters to me
because I feel it. I feel you. I feel you when you’re happy, sad, mad and glad.
And though I love you, I sometimes wonder if I told you this little secret of
mine, “Would you like me too?”
My favorite person didn’t say ‘Hi” in
the tone they normally use and now my life has gone to shit.
I do not mind if someone is the first
to text me or talk to me. I am okay not being the first one to reach out. But
if I am the one to text the first message or speak the first words during an
encounter, I feel as if somehow I have intruded upon their day, or interrupted
a personal moment, even if I have not. It is why I am silent so often, as I
would rather not be the one who speaks first.
It must be the aura around me or
maybe it is tattooed somewhere on my face that calls to complete strangers to
talk to me, to open up their whole lives to me in one conversation even if we
have just met. A trait that I thought was just me; it is a relief to discover
there are others out there also with invisible tatoo’s that call strangers like
beacons to confess their lives.
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